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The Devil's Nest, Saturday, March 17th

Outside the club, over the door, there was now a sign that said

No admittance if you are carrying any of the following:

Ukelele
Sheep
Christmas pudding
N'Sync CD

The last one hadn't shown up on any weird Fandom weekends; it was just a general safety precaution.

Inside the club, behind the bar, Bo was dressed completely in black. It might have been a gesture of rebellion against anything containing blue tulle, or given the date, maybe she just wanted to get pinched.

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Where your bartender was still wearing the slightly disturbed expression that was the only possible response to hearing Tiny's attempt at saying Always after me Lucky Charms in an Irish accent.

After spending a good week as a ram of all things, Guy was celebrating being human again. And having thumbs.

"Do I wanna know about the list?"

"A Tiny thing, not telling without way more alcohol than I'm willing to drink in public, another Tiny thing, and plain old good sense if you don't want to get eaten by the owner."

Bo was a veritable font of information, she was.

"Beer you?"

Being a font of beer was much more important anyway, right?

"Eaten?" No, he wasn't sure if that was a joke or serious. "Beer. Not celebrating?"

He was a redhead and Green Lantern. St. Patrick's day came naturally to him.

"Not Irish?" Bo tried, though she was adopted so who the hell knew, and her heart wasn't especially in the non-celebrating anyway. She just liked black leather. A lot.

"And the owner's a vampire. I've never seen him eat anybody, but we do go through DJs pretty fast."

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"Huh." Somehow not that strange. Oh, the lives they lived.

It occurred to Bo that it was entirely possible she'd heard Eric eating somebody, over in Bristol, but she'd just... pretend she hadn't thought of that and beer him, instead.

"So how've you been? Not that I'm sad you missed out on my last shift, but you haven't been around in a while."

"I was a ram." That was normal too. Perfectly normal.

Pause.

Pause.

Pauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse.

"I..." Pause. "Was a shepherdess."

Sliding scale, Guy. Sliding scale.

"...with actual sheep?" Oh god help them.

"Only in theory. I couldn't find them." Bo shook her head, then grinned ruefully. "I had a really big crook, though."

Guy wasn't sure what that was. But he could guess.

Here's a hint: breasts.

Bo looked down, then back up. "Those too, but no. It's a stick that you round up sheep with. If you can find them."

"I guess we're lucky you didn't find me then."

"Why, Mister Gardner, are you afraid of my big stick?"

Some comments were irresistible. At least by anyone with any resistance to resisting things.

"You can give me beer for a special occasion, right?" Kenzi looked hopeful. You never knew!

"You mean like your 21st birthday?"

Bo knew.

~~Bo knows you, Kenzi.~~

"St. Patrick's Day is an important occasion," Kenzi insisted. "It's a saint day! A day that snakes were driven off an island! A feast for leprechauns, come on!"

Bo grinned. "So if you see any leprechauns that are over 21, tell 'em it's half off for Happy Hour."

Kenzi pointed at her. "I am so going to Caritas after this to drink up. Not kidding!" Ha to your morality, vampire owner!

Morality. Eric. Morality. Eric. Ahahahahaha.

"As long as you don't steal anything not powered through the courtesy of your two feet to get home afterwards, knock yourself out."

Yeah, that deserved a pause, because Kenzi.

"Not literally. Meanwhile, what can I get you that I wouldn't be arrested for giving you if we were anyplace normal?"

Yeah. Kenzi. Had ideas now.

"Something green and minty, then." Kenzi leaned forward over the bar, toes tapping on the edges. "Also, I gotta ask: sheep?"

"You know, I'm still less concerned about spending all weekend in a petticoat than I am about waking up on Monday to find my bathtub full of rubber lambs. That squeak."

"Well, but you might be in a petticoat anyway, depending on what your playmates are into," Kenzi felt obliged to point out. "...what is with you and the squeaky toys, I'm not sure I wanna know."

"Excuse me, miss let's have naval battles with the glow in the dark ducks vs. the pirate ducks?" Bo might remember more of being a kid than she let on.

"Okay, now that was scientific experimentation," Kenzi insisted. Not all that seriously. "And I still say the pirates won." She grinned. "Sheep don't even float, pfft." It sounded like she'd missed more awesome weirdness. Sadness!

"The rubber ones do." It was a sad, sad thing, and not just in the obvious way, that some little part of Bo had a moment of worry for where her counterpart's flock had actually ended up. Hopefully not in the belly of a giant squid.

All Flogging Molly, alla time. Maybe a Pogues break or two.

...Saints preserve you.

Eric stomped into the bar a hour late after a break to destroy a green hat and a white sweater.

He was in a fantastic mood, thank you for asking!

Me father often tells me I should go and have a try
To find a girl that owns a bit of land
And I know the way he says it, that there's someone on his mind
And me mother has the whole thing planned

I don't know, maybe so
T'would mollify them greatly to agree
There's little Bridget Flynn, sure it's her I'd love to win
But she never has an eye for me

Now there's a little lass who's worth her weight in gold
And that's a decent dowry, don't you see
And I mean to go and ask her just as soon as I get bold
If she'll come and have an eye for me

Will she go, I don't know
But I'd love to have her sitting on my knee
And I'd sing like a thrush in the hawthorn bush
If she'd only have an eye for me

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