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Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

After talking with a younger version of Jack the other day, Allie had managed to track down another book of stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It was interesting reading especially if what Jack had said was true, and the main character was inspired by a vampire.

The DJ was playing some surprisingly decent classic rock while Tiny worked on his Christmas wish list. Allie perched herself on a stool at the bar where she could keep an eye on the door and settled in to read until she was needed.

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Where there was a Tiny for drinks and an Allie for ID checking and chatting.

"//Greetings, fair maiden!//" Eric said boisterously in ~~modern Swedish~~ Old Norse. "//I have recovered well from the poison the other man fed me and am here for some more!//"

No, he hadn't figured out that everyone else didn't speak his language yet.

Having met a younger version of Jack, Allie was aware that something was up on the island. But even knowing still hadn't prepared her for this.

Her first reaction was to laugh. Although it was quickly muffled because well, Eric would be to normal soon enough and Allie still wanted to have a job.

"I have no idea what you just said. But here, have a coke," she said as Tiny slid one across the bar.

Eric beamed cheerfully at Tiny and took a big swig of the drink, then gasped as the bubbles tickled his nose.

"//It is alive!//"

Not really, Eric, no.

Allie couldn't help herself, she laughed.

"Not what you were expecting?"

Eric shook his head vehemently, pushing it away.

He'd drink the violently colored alcohol Max had fed him but Coke was apparently out. "//We should find a better place,//" he told Allie.

Sadly he was at the wrong bar for alcohol tonight. Hopefully he'd be proud of his conscientious employee when he looked back on this night.

"We can try something else?" she offered, getting off her stool to head behind the bar.

Eric frowned again and reached for her hand to tug her toward the door. Maybe he needed to kill a woodland creature for her too?

It had impressed the other woman.

Allie started to pull away then decided what the hell. He was the boss after all.

"Tiny, watch the bar," she called over her shoulder. "Okay Eric, where are are we off to?"

Eric had no idea, but someone had to be doing something more fun than this, right?

He gave a little shrug and headed outside.

Coincidentally one of Max's flyers was located on a wall near the club. How about that. Allie shrugged and pointed towards the hotel. "How about a party? I bet they'll have booze."

Eric had become passingly acquainted with the word booze over the week, so he nodded enthusiastically.

"It figures you'd understand that," Allie laughed.

So off to the party (http://notmandonna.livejournal.com/1009.html?thread=17905#t17905) they went.

For the drinking & lounging

Where there might be a Viking.

So the world doesn't end.

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Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

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The Dance Floor & Lounge

The VIP Area

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