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The Devil's Nest- Sunday

Susan had been mentally preparing herself for this job for nearly a week now. She'd taken it because honestly, the thought of working with and meeting other supernatural types had been sort of irresistible. In fact, she was not only clinging to the idea of there being someone else maybe like her out there, but she was calling the idea at all hours of the night and driving past its house to see it was home, even after the restraining order was issued.

And then on her first day, instead Susan had had to mentally reprepare herself, this time for the possibility of children. Luckily she rather liked children, even if it wasn't exactly what she might have thought for her first day of work. She knew as soon as she came in that she would be dividing her attention between the door, and making sure no one made a total mess of the bar, Bo.

The Devil's Nest was open, and sorry, adults, you'd still be getting juice and milkshakes tonight.

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Because who doesn't want an X on their hand?

"Good evening, gentle lady," the small boy said, as he tried to walk past Susan and into the bar. He wasn't sure what it was, but he heard music: that was enough.

"Good evening. Now stop right there," she told him, in a voice that said she meant it.

Romeo gave her an innocent look, but did as he'd been asked. "But why?"

"Because I need to do my job before you can go inside," said Susan, and waved him over. "Come here."

"But I wasn't going to do anything bad," Romeo said, but dutifully walked over to her.

"Good. I'm glad we've got that out of the way," she said. "Now I suppose you don't yet have a valid form of ID, so we'll skip that part. How old are you?"

Romeo wasn't entirely clear on what a valid form of ID would be, so ...

"Five," he said. "My father is Ted Montague. He'll say I can come in if you call him."

"That won't be necessary, though that is good to know. Now, being underage, I need to give you a temporary mark to let the bartender know." Something told her Tiny would be able to figure that out, but she didn't see any reason to treat a five-year-old any differently than she would any other person. She pulled out the marker and said, "Give me your hand, this will only take a second."

"Okay," Romeo said, a bit hesitantly, and held out his hand. "Are you a nun?"

She was wearing black and seemed strict. It made sense to him.

"No, I'm a teenager," she answered, and carefully marked his hand with a red X. "Now you can go inside."

"Thank you," Romeo said, and scampered on in before she could change her mind.

Surreal had managed to ~~steal~~ eat some pizza (http://fandomtownies.livejournal.com/6142154.html?thread=236296138#t236296138) earlier, but now she was drawn to the building that seemed vaguely like a Red Moon House. There was music, after all, and it was open after dark.

She stuck her head inside the door, looking around to see if she could spot Titian. She'd tried finding her mother on psychic threads, but Surreal wasn't much good at it, since unlike Titian, she lacked a jewel and any sort of formal training.

"Can I help you?" Susan asked, spotting her.

"'M looking for Titian," Surreal said, as if that explained it all. "Or dinner."

If she managed to feed herself again (and managed to run out without paying), not stab anyone, or have to deal with annoying boys, Surreal was going to count today as a win.

"I don't know anyone named Titian," Susan said, waving her in, "but I'm sure Tiny can make you something inside. How old are you?"

She really would go through this for every child who came in here.

Surreal shrugged. "Six or seven Winsols?" she guessed, looking over the older girl approvingly. "Are the madame here? You have hair like Titian. Nobody in Draega has hair like her."

There were a lot of words Susan had never heard before in there, and that was new. "I think my hair is probably not like anyone's," she said knowingly. "Give me your hand so I can mark you underage for the bartender."

Surreal scrunched up her nose in annoyance. "Under age? I have an age," she complained, but held out her hand obligingly.

"You do, and that age is under the legal drinking age," Susan said, marking her hand with an X. "It's just procedure."

It's even been cleaned since yesterday, and Tiny's here to make all your sugar-filled drinks.

Once he got past the door, Romeo took a seat at the bar and ordered a strawberry-banana milkshake. He swung his legs as he drank it.

Surreal had to haul herself up on to the bar stool with both hands, but she managed it with the skill of a child who used them regularly. "Ale!" she demanded cheerfully, kicking her feet. "And stew, if you have it."

Romeo's eyes went wide. "You can't have ale," he told her, then considered. "... can you? Father always says it's for grown-ups only."

"Can," Surreal said, giving the boy a disapproving sniff. "'Is cheaper than milk, and doesn't carry sickness like water."

"Water only makes you sick if you're silly and drink salt water instead of the regular kind," Romeo offered, as his cogent critique. He would have added a sniff of his own, but she was very pretty.

~~He thought she was pretty because he was a Romeo and a Montague, and incorrigible from a young age. And somewhere, an adult Yurika was pulling her hair out looking for him.~~

"'S dirty," she stated, turning her attention to Tiny to glare. "Ale!"

Tiny set down a chocolate and banana shake instead.

No. He thought she was pretty because she was pretty.

And because he was Romeo, and a Montague.

And probably rather enjoying evading that blonde woman.

"You got a milkshake instead anyhow," he observed. "I was right."

Surreal took this with all the good grace and tact she possessed as a teenager.

She whipped her little self-defense knife out of her boot and slammed it into the bar point-first. "Ale and stew!" she yelled, and Tiny was going to get the scary small child some food right now, although it might not be what she asked for. "Harpies feast on your bones for a thousand years!"

Romeo looked absolutely terrified for about ten seconds.

Then he started to laugh.

"That was incredible!" he said. "I bet he got so scared he peed on himself."

Again: Montague. Extreme displays were not exactly foreign to his world.

Nothing but Kidz Bop. Kidz Bop all the time.

Don't mind Susan as she questioned whoever let the children sing some of those lyrics.

Eric was back! Mostly to see if there were more ice cream shake things.

He gave the ropes a passing glare, just to keep them in line.

Where there may or may not be a Scandinavian boy who might even win against the ropes tonight, who knows!

Typing "Kidz Bop" got "Mm Bop" in my head and I don't think it's leaving.

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