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fandomtownies2013-03-11 10:03 am
bitten_notshy) wrote in fandomtownies2013-03-11 10:03 am
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Devil's Nest, Monday, 3/11
Monday morning found Jack squinting over the liquor orders. The rum had been disappearing at an alarming rate -- he wasn't sure if it was being drunk by humans with a passion for daquiris, or simply used to bribe squirrels.
He supposed both uses were worthwhile.
Once the new order was in, Jack dragged a stool behind the bar and sat down. Things were quiet so far (knock wood) and he had schoolwork to do.
[OOC: Open bar, no OCD.]
He supposed both uses were worthwhile.
Once the new order was in, Jack dragged a stool behind the bar and sat down. Things were quiet so far (knock wood) and he had schoolwork to do.
[OOC: Open bar, no OCD.]