The Devil's Nest [evening]

[texted3times]

Jessica's departure had been mitigated slightly by the pleasure he'd gotten by harrassing the poor employees at Ikea for not making a bed that had been, ahem, Viking-proof.

He'd arrived at the club fashionably late, dressed in slacks and the blue sweater Jaina had gotten him for Christmas, and settled into his spot behind the velvet ropes.

There was a tasteful "help wanted" sign beside Tiny at the bar.

[OOC: Living OCD free tonight!]

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[texted3times]

"Yes," Eric said. "It's easy to find a meal around the drunk and unwary."

Thank you, Eric.

[dressedinblood]

"Well, that...makes sense," Anna said, not looking entirely happy about how much sense it made. Then she gestured to the sign on the bar and asked, "You're hiring people? Not to get rid of the bodies, I hope."