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fandomtownies2012-11-20 02:56 pm
not_mandonna) wrote in fandomtownies2012-11-20 02:56 pm
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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening
Tiny refused to get anywhere near Max today for fear of another torturous session of reading recipes like last week, so Max was alone behind the bar tonight. That was fine by him, because it left him free to occasionally sample the pumpkin pie vodka that really didn't taste very good but he kept hoping would improve by the next sip. It was an exercise in futility, but no one had ever called Max a reasonable person.
They had, however, called him an excellent rapper, which meant that after the DJ played a certain song for the sixth or seventh time of the night, Max was absently rapping along.
Tiny found this even more of a betrayal than last week, apparently, and was mournfully looking for tasks to complete in the back room or, even better, outside.
They had, however, called him an excellent rapper, which meant that after the DJ played a certain song for the sixth or seventh time of the night, Max was absently rapping along.
Tiny found this even more of a betrayal than last week, apparently, and was mournfully looking for tasks to complete in the back room or, even better, outside.