The Devil's Nest: Saturday, June 9

[nookiepowered]

When the call came in on the bar phone and all Bo could hear on the other end of the line was masculine* sobbing, she knew exactly what to do.

Hand it to Tiny -- whose conspicuously switched-off cell was lying like an expensive paperweight atop a pile of invoices beside the cash register -- with a cheery, "It's for you!"

I will GET you, he mouthed at her twenty seconds later.

"Please," Bo said with a snort as she went back to wiping down the bar. "You owe me for not calling me in yesterday night. At the very least, you could've sent me those pictures."

*...for certain generous values of that word.

[OOC: Open and posted before 10, even!]

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The Bar [6/9]

[nookiepowered]

Where your bartender doesn't mind hearing all about your troubles, honestly, but you at least have to be here and buy a damn drink. She doesn't do call-in orders.

The Dance Floor [6/9]

[nookiepowered]

The DJ was fired for not taking pictures last night too.

Except since Bo wasn't the owner, he was only fired in her head; in the real world, he was playing The Best Mix of the Eighties, Nineties, and Today.

Also known as "If This Guy Has A Theme Tonight, Bo Can't Figure It Out."

The VIP Area [6/9]

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Which might or might contain a vampire Bo might or might not be pouting in the direction of. Depending what he was (or wasn't) wearing tonight.

The OOC [6/9]

[nookiepowered]

Yaaaaay, my headache is gone.

Let's see how long that lasts.

Re: The OOC [6/9]

[solo_sword]

If I didn't have to go out tonight, Bo'd be getting backup on the "Why are pictures not on my phone?" thing. BECAUSE THINK OF OTHERS, TINY. THINK OF OTHERS.