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The Devil's Nest, Saturday, February 11th

So, guess how Bo had paid for her morning coffee from the Perk, her morning bagel from Jeff's, and her morning paper from Turtle & Canary? (...Sorry, Mrs. Nahasapeemapetilon. If it helps, he broke off the kiss halfway through and started muttering about legally changing his name to Slime Q. Slimedog. Again. Bo didn't ask.)

Bo also didn't know they made skirts this short, but you learned something new every day, and when she saw it in the Pixie Dust display window.... well.

You get no points for guessing how Bo paid for it.

In conclusion? Your bartender was feeling slightly guilty (only slightly; everybody lived, after all), slightly cold (...skirt), slightly hot (it was hot in here, right? It couldn't be just her), slightly confused (she was, after all, used to this particular condition, just not to how fast it seemed to be bouncing back after a top-off), and slightly... hungry. Again.

"Hey there, Tiny. How you doin'?"

Oh, dear.

[OOC: Laaate, sorry, headache ate me.]

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Where your bartender is even friendlier than usual.

The good part was that Audrey was immune to any death! The bad part was, she didn't know it and the same thing that gave her immunity meant that she wasn't affected by any sexy pollen.

"Hey," she said with a smile. "Can I get a dirty martini, three olives?"

Oh, Audrey. Did you really have to hand her that opening line?

"Just how dirty do you want it?"

"Yeah, I guess I can't say you know how I like it yet," Audrey said ~~while her player shook her head in shame~~. "Surprise me."

"A challenge, huh? Good thing I work well under pressure."

In Bo's defense, she was aware on some level of the cheesiness of that statement. Just... not any useful level that would stop it from coming out of her mouth.

Maybe she was just really serious about her bartending?

"Then I'm happy to see what you manage," she said, still totally oblivious. The sad thing was, she'd probably not be much better even if she was affected by anything.

Gin. Vermouth. Olive. Olive. Olive.

Juice, squeezed into the glass as suggestively as a slightly-drugged succubus can manage.

Really, really, really inappropriate smile.

"I'm told I do dirty very well, so I hope I can rise to your expectations."

Audrey had never seen juice squeezed suggestively before. (That was probably safe to say even if she'd been around since the 1700's.) It was like a learning experience.

She sipped the martini, since after all this she sort of had to. "Very good," she decided. "I have no complaints about the dirtiness."

Why did that sound wrong?

Don't ask Bo; it sounded totally right to her. "Are you sure? If there's anything I can do to make things dirtier, I'd be happy to help."

By leaning on the counter.

Audrey didn't think they were talking about drinks anymore?

"I gotta say, the service at this place is better than most," she said, just running with it now.

"Well, we do try to make visiting the Devil's Nest a pleasurable experience," Bo agreed. She just... didn't usually try this hard. Especially with somebody whose species she didn't even know. The hell?

And yet the momentary spike of ~~sanity~~ confusion didn't stop her from leaning. "After all, we want people to keep coming here."

"I would definitely say that friendly bartenders could definitely keep me coming," Audrey agreed.

"Oh, honey, I could keep you c--"

BO. SHUT UP.

"--om--"

NO REALLY. SHUT UP.

"--ing a--"

SERIOUSLY, STOP NOW.

"--a.....CHOOOO!" Or... sneeze all over the counter. That would do it too.

At least it a) missed Audrey herself and b) got the pollen out of Bo's head for a minute?

"...Oh God, what was I just saying?"

Well now she was curious what the end of that sentence would have been.

"I'm not sure. Bless you?" Audrey said.

All night long, Audrey. ~~(All night.)~~ All night long. ~~(Fiesta forever. Come on and sing my song.)~~

"Thanks." Bo would just be wiping down the bar-top now, And then sinking into the floor. "Sorry. That was weird. I must be coming--"

BO.

"--down with something."

By which she actually meant Holy shit, my powers are going bugfuck, aaaaaaagh, but if Audrey chose to think she meant the flu, Bo was not about to disabuse her of that notion.

Where the all-night parade of stripper-pole songs starting with Black Velvet and just getting worse was Not Helping, DJ Jazzy Jerk.

Where there may or may not have been a vampire who may or may not be in serious danger of being climbed like Everest and for similar reasons if, like Everest, he was in fact there.

Edited 2012-02-12 03:31 (UTC)

*shotguns espresso*

Yes, at 10:30 at night.

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