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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

It was a completely normal day at the bar tonight. The DJ was playing a mix of dance songs that didn't offend, Tiny was at the door, Derek was behind the bar and not glaring at everyone.

Well, no more than usual. So.

There was that.

It was almost eerie. Something terrible was bound to happen soon, so keep that in mind. It was a Fandom thing.

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Where there were drinks!

Where there is dancing!

Where the boss might be!

No work tomorrow!

Since she hadn't seen Derek at all last week, Kitty sort of wanted to check in and see if he was still being all scary quiet. So she came in today, taking a seat at the bar and noting, "We didn't go shopping."

"Mike wanted to go to Ikea." And they bickered over color. It was super awesome.

"That's a fun mental image," she said thoughtfully. "How'd that go?"

"He wants to decorate with the color orange." Derek didn't approve. At all.

"Why would he want to do a thing like that?" Orange was for Halloween and occasionally Wolverine's costume.

"Just a beer, please." Jack enjoyed ~~stalking Lainey sometimes~~ being able to order a real drink. "The music tonight isn't awful. IS the gremlin still in the DJ booth?"

RIGHT? "He's from Florida."

"How long have you wanted to order that?" Derek asked dryly, putting a decent enough domestic beer on the bar for him.

"Since I took the job," Jack admitted easily. "Do you know how annoying it is to be of age at 16 at home, and then have to wait almost four years anyhow after I moved here? It was undignified."

"Does it even do anything for you?"

Jack shrugged. "I think so. I don't usually drink to get drunk, anyhow."

He squinted at Derek. "Does anything work on you? Aspirin, even?"

"...The crow flies at midnight," Kitty tried. "Or was that not code for something?"

"No. Never really had a need for it," he replied. "Heal too quickly."

"No, that's just code for having bad taste."

LIKE A GAY PARROT.

Jack frowned over the head on his beer. "I haven't needed it in a year," he mused. "Funny. Hadn't noticed that until you said."

"There are some parts of it that people like."

"They did have to dope me up right after," Jack pointed out, not wanting to praise that particular experience too much. "But since then -- nothing. Perfect health. And I never said I hated all of it, Derek."

"Did you shoot him down?" Kitty wondered.

Derek just gave him a look for that. "We'll have a cage set up in the basement by the next moon."

"He said he'd get it anyway." And then Derek would burn it. Gleefully. "We'll see."

"You should have a housewarming party when it's done," Kitty said. "So I can get a real mental picture of what it is I'm already judging."

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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

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The Lounge/Dance Floor

The VIP Area

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