The Devil's Nest, Saturday, January 26

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Since this was Bo's second time around for this particular Fandom quirk, she'd just rolled her eyes and set about rifling through her closet -- well, re-purposed office supply cabinet -- for something to wear.

She really needed to remember to thank Mitchell for basically being the dude version of her when it came to black jeans and leather jackets. Corsets, notsomuch (though there was an interesting mental image) but she settled for ruining one of her own SECURITY tees by stretching it out of shape, and then it was off to the Devil's Nest.

Where Tiny asked her if she was Bo's impossibly perfect fake brother, and she kicked him, as you do. Even though after the whole Bitsy thing, she knew she had it coming.

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The Bar [1/26]

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Where your bartender was starting to regret that his hips weren't quite as skinny as a certain Irish vampire's.

The Dance Floor [1/26]

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Where there was no telling if the dude in the DJ booth was always a dude or not, since really, what were the chances it was the same person who'd been there last week? Or even yesterday?

The VIP Area [1/26]

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Where if there was a dude, yes, he was always a dude. Except when he was a girl or a pony or a blond kid who only spoke Swedish.

OOC [1/26]

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Dammit, the migraine tablet I took was the last migraine tablet, and now it's creeping back in.