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The Devil's Nest, Saturday, August 25

You could ask why Tiny was wearing the moose antlers tonight, but you might want to be careful who you asked.

Bo would tell you.

Tiny would... Look, do you really need anyone to spell out what would happen if you walked up to the guy in the sleeveless leather vest, looked his kneecap in the face, and asked why he was wearing a moose-antler hat?

Aside from Bo snickering; that one was a given. She was doing that anyway, though. She would just snicker louder if she got to watch Tiny drop-kick some suicidal idiot out the door.

[OOC: Open like an open bar, except for the free booze part.]

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There there, Bo. There there.

"A water," he said. "Please."

"Meeting somebody?" she guessed as she went for a bottle of spring water. She was not getting an Evian vibe here.

Hey, he was a classy guy. A classy guy who lived in an abandoned house and occasionally turned furry and fangy.

As one does.

"No." For the love of god, elaborate on that, Derek. It's just weird. "I work here."

There we go. Kind of.

Hey, Bo was a classy girl who lived in an abandoned hardware store and occasionally turned glowy and sucky. Who was she to judge?

Except on the weird thing, because, um. "...Tonight? Because if this is Eric's way of firing me, I'm so putting garlic in his TruBlood."

"On Wednesdays," he replied, leaning forward to drink. Well, mostly to catch her scent more clearly, but still.

"In that case, Eric gets to keep having nice breath, and I'm Bo; nice to meet you."

Actually, she'd still be Bo even if she was fired, but that ruined the flow of the joke, and she had a hunch this guy was way too banter-deficient to call her on it anyway.

"Derek." And no, he's not your fake son.

Of course not; her fake son was shirtless. And a ginger. And had clearly been taught to talk by his aunt Kenzi because he never shut up.

Which didn't stop Bo from saying, "Ha, that's my fake son's name. .......Long story. And fake-me was apparently drunk when she named him."

Derek was just going to stare at her for that. And take a sip of his water.

Because it was rude, Bo.

The staring? Yes, it was.

"Okay, maybe not that long of a story. It's an alternate universe thing. I would never name my kid anything that sounds like Bo Derek when you string it together, just to annoy his dad."

She... so totally would.

Well, it was a Derek thing, after all.

His mouth turned down in a frown as he watched her closer. And smelled the--he wasn't even sure what it was that was off about the scent. Just that it wasn't human and it wasn't werewolf.

"...Do I have something on my face?"

Which, you know. Wasn't usually what people stared at anyway.

Yes, they were very nice breasts, Bo. But sadly Derek wasn't going to be looking at them anytime soon.

"Jack mentioned you," he finally said.

Ahhhhh. "In the 'be careful of her, she killed me in an alternate universe' way?" Which... would've been fair.

"You don't smell... correct." There we go.

OKAY, REALLY? "........Excuse me?"

"You're not human," he corrected, baring his teeth. It was almost... smile-ish.

Oh. "You can smell that?" Try real hard to put two and two together there, Bo.

Edited 2012-08-26 02:42 (UTC)

Derek's eyes went blue for the briefest of moments as he gave her a look that said 'Really? Really?'

Bo's eyes stayed brown as she gave him a look that said 'Fuck you for being able to do that when you're not in the middle of draining sex chi from somebody.'

Or maybe it just said 'WELL OKAY THEN.'

"So that's Whatever You Are for I'm Not Human Either, I take it."

DAMN RIGHT HE COULD DO THESE THINGS. HE WAS AMAZING. JUST WAIT UNTIL HE WAS THE ALPHA.

BITCHES, PLEASE.

"Succubus." It was possibly an accusation.

"You are SO not a succubus."

That's right, Bo. Pretend you can identify another succubus when they're not actively sucking your chi and then announcing that they're another succubus.

"No, but you are." OH SNAP.

Yes, Derek was essentially in the same boat of 'oh god, pretend you know!'

"And I repeat, you can smell that?" Because so much for anything like a cover anyplace besides Fandom if there were people running around who could .... smell how dumb she was.

"Or Jack told you."

He wasn't going to answer that. Because he was a knowledgeable werewolf who knew all about the supernatural.

Except for when he didn't.

And was guessing most of the time. Look, his parents were deeeeaaaaad. He was the Bruce Wayne of werewolves!

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