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Devil's Nest, Friday evening

Allie was a little late getting to the bar for her shift. She'd spent a few minutes too long enjoying the luxury of hot water while washing off the dirt and zombie guts that had accumulated on her skin during her hunting trip with Alice.

Once settled in her usual spot, she pulled out her phone and left a message for Kaidan that she was back in one piece, before once again doing battle with damn pigs.

The DJ was playing dance music tonight and the vampire would be more then happy to chat.

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"Hello, love, this is the bar without children, innit?" John asked as he came in, claiming a spot at the bar. "Give me something that will let me lie back and think of England."

She wasn't hard on the eyes, now was she?

Zeke had one described her as gorgeously exotic, so no, not hard on the eyes at all.

"They still wander through. They just can't have any alcohol," Allie replied as Tiny poured several fingers of Scotch and slid the glass down the bar. "Twenty-one and older to drink here."

"Well, I'm older, promise," John said, miming a cross over his heart before reaching for the glass. "Now that's what I'm talking about. Cheers, mate."

"So what do you do when they wander in? Assign 'em detention? Embarassing hats that say 'I'm underage, ask me how much fun I'm having?'"

Allie laughed. "Now that would be entertaining. But no, they can have a Coke or something else. We can take their money, just not break any laws while we're doing it."

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"But breaking the law's half the fun!" John retorted, indignant. "Not that I might the lack of drunk teenagers, mind, but it should be because they're annoying, not the whims of Big Brother."

"My boss has different ideas of fun," she shrugged. "What can I say?"

"So are you new to the island?"

"The new librarian, at your service," John answered, giving a mock bow before savoring some of his drink. "Keeper of the tomes of knowledge and all that."

John meet your new best friend.

"A librarian?" In her mind that was on par with being a rockstar. "Really? I think that would be my dream job," Allie admitted.

"It's an occupation," he said. "I'm a bit of an odd-jobs man, normally, but this will keep me out of trouble for awhile and I've got the skill-set needed for Special Collections."

He flashed Allie a grin. "Got your library card yet?"

"I haven't. I didn't know it was an option since I'm not a student at the school." Tell her she can and make her night John.

"No one's told me you can't," he replied. "Come on in sometime, and we'll see what we can manage."

"For that, your drinks tonight are on me," Allie smiled.

"So where are you from?"

"Ta, love," he said, winking at her. "Constantine, John Constantine, late of London at your service."

"Allison Sekemoto, visiting the island from New Covington," she replied, amused at the wink. "Your door-check and bouncer for the evening."

"If you really want something like that, you should see a doctor."

Oh good lord, Navaan.

"Is than an offer for check-up, then?" John asked, looking Navaan over. "You don't look old enough to be a doctor, sunshine."

"Oh, I can give you a proper physical if you want," Navaan told him, leering over her...pineapple juice. Dammit, Allie! "And I'm plenty old enough to do doctor stuff. And a whole lot more."

Subtle, Navaan. Super subtle.

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"If you're not old enough to be drinking something besides juice, I don't think you're old enough to play nurse," John answered, amused. "Especially not if you're a student."

"I'm not a student," Navaan said, looking insulted. "And she won't let me drink just because I don't have my ID with me."

Her ID being a crumpled and spotted napkin with the number 21 written on it, of course.

She gave him a long, slow once over. "I'm plenty old enough for whatever you want to do, believe me."

"What, no attempt to get to know me better first? To woo me?" John laughed. "You're a direct girl, aren't you?"

That was not necessarily a no.

"No?" Navaan looked at John like he was crazy. "Why would I do that?"

Look, if he was going to demand flowers and things, he could just forget it. Unless he was really good in the sack. Then maybe she'd consider it.

"I'm Navaan. You're hot." Was that good? A compliment and her name both!

John was pretty sure he was at least old enough to be her father - or at least much older brother - so it was a pretty good compliment.

"See, now that wasn't hard," he teased. "Constantine. Shall we see if they'll let me buy you a drink?"

"Ooooh, yes!" Navaan said, making grabby hands. "You get me a drink and I'll..." Okay, so she couldn't come up with anything that she hadn't been planning to do already. "...I'll really enjoy it."

Look, she was already planning to shag his brains out. Where was she supposed to go from there?

You know what Allie needed after a long trip killing zombies? A Navaan to remind her how much she'd missed the island.

"Hello," she said, giving Allie a grin as she slid onto a bar stool. "I lost my last ID. Pass me another napkin so I can drink, will you?"

Allie rolled her eyes. "Not happening Navaan. Here, have some pineapple juice and be happy."

"This is ridiculous," Navaan grumbled, reaching for the pineapple juice and taking a swig anyway. "There should be a dispensation for people who don't have IDs. And doctors. Doctors should always get a dispensation. We have important doctor stuff to do, you know."

Like drinking!

"Then come in and talk to my boss one day. He makes the rules." Allie would give her paycheck to be a fly on the wall the day that happened.

"Oh, I see how it is," Navaan snarked. "You want to lure me here during the day and watch me explode, huh? Well, it's not happening, sugar-lips. Your boss can come to me. After dark, like a proper gentleman!"

"My boss is a thousand year old vampire ~~in a wacky African time zone~~," Allie said dryly. "People come to him."

Navaan paused for a moment, mulling this over. "Is he the type to lure people out with a Potion of Girlfriend and then slit their throat over a cauldron?"

...You know. Standard questions.

And that was Allie's BZUH face. "Potion of Girlfriend? No. Not him. Throat slitting though? There's a possibility."

"For dinner or because someone had it coming?"

Look, it was an important distinction!

Allie half shrugged a shoulder. "I'd say there's a fifty-fifty shot either way. The trick is to not annoy him."

You are so doomed Navaan.

Maybe she could convince him not to kill her with sex!

"Good, because I just got out of a creepy group that was like that," Navaan said. "I'm not going back to luring innocent passersby into cauldrons again." Beat. "Without good reason."

It was her neck. Take that risk Navaan.

"There are no good reasons for that on this island."

She had faith in her skills at sex!

"Well, I'm not the one slitting throats, am I?" Navaan pointed out with dizzying logic. "I work at the clinic!"

"And I will never understand how that happened. Do they know you're a vampire?"

Sometimes...This island...

"Uhhh..." Navaan shrugged. "Probably? They keep the juice boxes stocked up."

Those were bags for blood transfusions, Navaan.

"They're nurses. Who cares?"

The narration would like to apologize to every nurse in the industry for that. You are wonderful and we love you.

"I think they're supposed to be used for people that are sick," Allie pointed out. "Not for your lunch."

Navaan just looked at Allie like she was crazy. "You bleed sick people," she said, rolling her eyes. "You don't give them blood. Clearly, you're no doctor."

Alice dragged herself to the bar.

"Alcohol, until I pass out. Please."

Guess who hadn't slept at all!

Apparently Scotch was Tiny's pour of choice tonight as he poured sever fingers worth in a glass and set it in front of Alice.

"Did you sleep at all?" Allie asked, even though she was pretty sure of the answer.

Alice didn't even look; she just emptied the glass. "Good start," muttered as she slumped on the bar, looking miserable. Feeling miserable.

Allie motioned Tiny to pour her another. "What's wrong?"

"My screwed up life is wrong, that's what's wrong."

She didn't feel like giving details of how bad it was for her to close her eyes at the moment, alright? "That thing gave me insomnia."

"And this is going to help?" Sorry Alice, Allie's missed out on the numbing benefits of copious amounts of alcohol.

"I'm sure as hell giving it a shot." And she wasn't even trying to be funny there.

"Slept well yourself?" No, there wasn't any trace of resentment there.

"Like the dead," Allie said with a wry smile. "I don't dream. Or at least I haven't since I've been on the island. Before that though, I had some bad ones."

She paused then reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle of True Blood. "There's a link between the me and the vampire that made me. I can feel what's happening to him. Right now he's being tortured by another vampire. A complete psycho named Sarren."

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