The Devil's Nest- Sunday

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The DJ had started to play Christmas music today. He'd just gotten through half of those dogs barking Jingle Bells before Jaina left the bar, went over to the DJ, and reminded him of all the threats she'd made last week. Verbatim. Which was impressive since some of them had been amazingly creative threats.

There was now some generic dance music pumping over the speakers, and you're all welcome, Fandom. She'd still rather her danger sense, but at least the power of conversational recall saved your ears.