The Devil's Nest, Saturday, September 29

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Bo had been here. For about 30 seconds.

Just long enough to see the towering feminine figure in leather leaning on the bar, get grinned and waved at, and spin around on her heel to stalk out the door, "Very fucking funny, Tiny," echoing back over her shoulder.

Tiny, for the record, had been in the Men's Room.

Now he was watching the door, and a slightly confused Bitsy was covering the bar, wondering what her brother had done to piss Bo off.

The last trip being a memorable exception, she always did seem to have the worst timing when it came to visiting family.

[Gonna be ouuuut; you get Tiny and his non-fake sister!]

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"Ho, this, my friends, is a true modern tavern," Fandral said as he opened the doors dramatically and led the Warriors Three in. "All we have to do is imbibe, enjoy the music, do our best not to pick fights with the surprisingly large workers, and find any pleasant ladies to make time with."

Fandral looked at his happily married friend and his just generally unhappy friend. "For me to spend time with, at least."

The evening didn't start well. "I've already explained. Fandral the Dashing, Hogun the Grim, Volstagg the Voluminous, we are the Warriors Three, the the finest Asgardian warriors you shall ever meet, and that is all the identification we need! Odin's beard, we are thousands of your Midgard years old each!"

It then got worse. "What is this Gangnam Style anyway and... Volstagg, what are you doing on the dance floor?"

And then it hit rock bottom. "The woman who normally works here on Saturday looks like what? Okay, let's find another bar. It's as if Mephisto truly does own this place of lies."