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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

Jessica was glaring daggers at the DJ, and if she'd had some weaponry for real she might have been throwing it. For some reason he was playing nothing but Toto tonight.

"Oh my god, did we get transported back to the 80s or something?" she complained. "Because this sucks."

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Get carded and deal with a cranky vampire.

Mod your drinks!

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do

Where Eric might give his opinion on Toto.

Eric was checking his phone for messages.

Fine, he was admiring the wallpaper picture of his totally amazing red flying car.

A vampire can't have hobbies?

Joan was still peeling off her hat and gloves as she strolled in, tucking them into her bag as she sought out her prospective employer.

It was bad enough to have an interview at night. In a bar, no less, even if this one seemed...well, very flashy and fun. (The DU confused her, but there would be time enough for that later.) But then she spotted the man lounging behind the velvet ropes, and...really?

"Excuse me. I'm looking for Eric Northman," she said as soon as she was within hearing, smiling slightly.

Eric put his phone down and stood up. "You've found him," he said. "Joan Holloway, yes?"

"Right in one. It's a pleasure, Mr. Northman," she said with a smile, even if internally she was curious about the tiny ydevice and the atmosphere and what she'd gotten herself into. "You've got quite an establishment here."

"Thank you," he said, flashing her a smile. "It pays the bills." Not that he had many of those. He'd paid for the flying car in cash. "Please, sit down. My associate in Shreveport was quite impressed with your resume, and it takes quite a bit to impress Pam."

Though if a photo had been attached with the resume, Eric could have seen what drew Pam's attention.

"I'm glad to hear it," Joan said, taking a seat demurely and flashing him a smile as she crossed her legs. "I like to think I'm pretty impressive, but it's always nice to hear others confirm it."

"Tell me what interests you most about this job," Eric replied.

"It's fairly unusual," Joan offered briskly, "while also catering to my skill set. Keeping an advertising agency running smoothly isn't exactly the same as keeping a bar's finances and details afloat, but both involve keeping track of a lot of liquor. Plus, I have to admit that I was attracted by the idea of island life, while not changing my lifestyle too much. Manhattan was getting a bit...tired."

"This is a rather unusual island," Eric replied, "and it's definitely different than Manhattan. You would be taking care of all of my affairs during the day--I keep a nocturnal schedule."

Joan had learned a long time ago that it was best to not ask questions like 'why,' when it came to men like Eric. Even if she was dying to know. "Absolutely. I'm already prepared to arrange your meetings and take your calls, and field any preliminary requests possible, manage the bartenders' schedule and payroll, keep inventory, and book any affairs that might require diurnal attention while you sleep. Plus, of course, anything you should require on a day-to-day basis." She tilted her head, adding, "Like calling vendors, or picking up your dry-cleaning."

"Excellent," Eric said. "I have an employee in Shreveport who serves a similar function for my affairs there--I will be sure to give you his number. If you find the salary package to be fair, of course."

"Miss De Beaufort quoted me...." Joan flipped through a small (but fairly full) dayplanner and slid it over to him, pointing to a number on one page. "And a Christmas bonus, with three weeks' paid vacation and benefits, correct?"

Eric nodded without looking at the number. "That seems fair," he decided. "Would you like the position, then?"

He saw Pam visiting a lot more with Bo and Joan on staff up here.

"When do I start?" she asked with a completely genuine smile.

"Would Monday work?" Eric asked. "It will give you some time to settle in and learn a bit more about the island, find a place to live--" he waved his hand. "Things like that."

Human things.

"Monday it is," she agreed, looking around the bar. "Now, before I end up stumbling around in here on my own Monday morning -- is there anything I need to know about the Devil's Nest?"

"It's one of the two bars in town that serve alcohol," Eric said, "though we don't serve the students at the high school as I'm not planning to be tossed into jail if the police here ever decide to enforce drinking laws. Tiny--the one behind the bar--is here pretty much every night."

Pause.

"And there's a coffin in the second storeroom next to my office."

She'd started taking notes, nodding along, though that caught her attention.

"...not an unhappy customer, I hope."

Eric's lips quirked up. "Not at all, but it shouldn't be disturbed."

"All right." She was making really decent money, and if she could keep up with Roger, Bert, and Don's -- not to mention all the little executives -- eccentricities, she could deal with Eric's, too. "One question. What year is it?" She flashed him a smile, and added, "I met a gentleman who tried telling me it's 2011, of all things."

"Oh, I'm afraid he was quite serious," Eric said. "It's almost 2012, really."

"...no, it's almost 1961," she corrected, incredulous for a second time tonight. "Right? It was November of 1960 when I left New York."

Eric hadn't realized Pam had been recruiting through portals. He'd have to reward her ingenuity.

"And it's 2011 here now," Eric said. "Welcome to Fandom, where you will also meet people who are complaining about how primitive life is in the 21st Century."

"...are you sure?"

Joan wasn't usually out of control, this way. This...threw her.

"Quite," Eric said, nodding. "Will that be a problem for you?"

Joan thought about it for a long moment. Working for an island of crazy people -- though maybe she'd lost her own mind, that was always possible -- and being close to wealthy by her own means?

She could live with it.

"Nope. I'll be fine."

Eric gave her another smile. "Then send me your residence information when you settle somewhere and I'll have a key sent to you for the club."

Jessica's views on Toto do not necessarily reflect mine.

...hahahahahahaha!

*DIES LAUGHING*

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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

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