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The Devil's Nest- Sunday

After this long in Fandom, Jaina was used to rolling with things. If you saw a squirrel picket line, you stepped around it. If there was green stuff pouring out of your faucets, you ran out for some bottled water instead. If there were teal deer in the bar, you acknowledged it and then tried your best to ignore them. And if a lot of today's alcohol was green, well, you ran a special. It was St. Patrick's Day anyway.

SPECIALS
25% OFF GREEN BEER AND WHISKEY
WE HAVE NO NON-GREEN BEER AND WHISKEY.

And if you found Tiny trying to see if a teal deer would drink green beer, you threatened to take him out back and slap him around some.

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Frankly everyone should be at a bar today.

Coulson walked into the bar carrying a handful of brown ribbons.

"Hi. There haven't been any horrible overdrinking incidents yet, have there?" he asked as he took a quick look to make sure the bar was clean.

"Not yet, but it's still pretty early," Jaina said. And she almost said that kids here seemed to be pretty good about that sort of thing, but she had received enough drunken voicemails from several people by now to know better. "What can I get you?"

"A green beer and a moment of your time, if you can spare it," Coulson said.

"Is this a 'hey, let's chat' thing or a 'Are you happy with your insurance?' thing?" she asked, getting the glass anyway.

"Somewhere between the two," Coulson said. "I'm passing out brown ribbons to spread awareness and show support for the plight of the squirrels who work for the radio station and I was hoping I could leave some here for anyone who comes in."

"Uh, sure," Jaina said. Someone would probably pick one up. "But isn't their plight that they have to detox for a little while?"

"That's a separate issue. At the moment, they're just looking for fair compensation for their tireless work that, frankly, the deer over there isn't living up to," Coulson said.

Sorry, deer. He was just doing his job.

"That sounds a little biased," Jaina pointed out. "Maybe the deer's doing just fine. Aside from Tiny."

"I'm confident that any unbiased observer will find that the quality of the actual news in the radio reports over the past week has seen a steep decline," Coulson stated.

"Have you heard some of the broadcasters on a normal day? I'm not sure I'd blame the notetakers for that," she said.

"That's why I'm focusing on the news itself and not the presentation," Coulson said. "I don't expect the deer to pick up on the subtle distinction in its notes, of course," Coulson said.

"But you trust the squirrels there?" Jaina asked, eyebrow raised.

"In my experience, they're true professionals," Coulson said.

"You've clearly never been herded into a radio station by then against your will," Jaina said, finally giving him his beer ~~because I just remembered it~~.

"I didn't say what profession," Coulson countered. "Thank you."

"...Okay, got me there," she said.

"But they are great reporters when properly motivated by their pay. That's the important thing," Coulson said.

"They do still get a lot of things wrong," Jaina said. "Maybe they'd do better with payment that's not rum."

"Maybe. But they still do better than their replacements and ask for nothing except their just payment," Coulson said.

"Okay, fine," Jaina said. "I can't find an argument for that. Unless the deer step it up."

"So you don't mind if I leave these ribbons for anyone who might be interested in showing their support?" Coulson asked.

"Nope. I'm sure some people'll be all for that. And some of them will probably even be sober," she smiled.

Coulson finished the beer that he'd been drinking unremarked upon for the last little while and said, "Something tells me they'll be more empathetic to the squirrels if they aren't. Thank you."

He gave a smile and placed the ribbons on the bar.

And maybe getting on the dance floor because you overdid it at the bar.

And drunkenly thanking the owner for a great bar.

Please don't drunkenly thank Eric for a great bar. He was far too busy texting (at super-speed because vampires were awesome that way, thank you for noticing) Pam to hear about last night's escapades down at Fangtasia.

Edited 2013-03-17 19:38 (UTC)

One year I'll have plans on St. Patrick's Day! That is not this year.

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