Devil's Nest, Monday, 4/1

[bitten_notshy]

Unlike certain housemates, Jack didn't have the luxury of spending the day recuperating on the couch. He popped a 5-Hour Energy shot -- foul, but it kept him on his feet -- and went off to work.

When the bottles of beer he was restocking seemed to slip through his fingers, as if the shelf were moving, he blamed exhaustion until he saw the DJ was having the same problem with his CD collection. He cleaned up the glass as best he could and went to lean carefully against the bar. He meant to do some paperwork, but stray thoughts about the weekend on the Citadel kept distracting him.

He wasn't allowed to ask Kaidan how biotics changed things in the bedroom, was he? Even if that was the path his mind seemed determined to wander down today.

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Bar [4/1]

[bitten_notshy]

Talk to Jack, drop your drinks, and/or mod your service.

Re: Bar [4/1]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Okay, news item number one: Jack was pretty. Did everyone know that Jack was pretty?

News item number two: after a day of sulking about her temporary mousiness, April was up too early and in the mood for some afternoon conversation.

"Hey," she said with a nod to this weirdly-prettier version of Jack as she hopped on a stool. "Do you have sugar-free Red Bull?"

Re: Bar [4/1]

[bitten_notshy]

Jack certainly knew Jack was pretty, if that counted for anything. Meanwhile, he was noticing April had gorgeous eyes and a very nice figure.

"I think we do," he answered, and leaned over under the bar. He groped with his eyes closed until he got the right bottle, which took some doing. "But why would you drink it? That stuff tastes terrible."

Re: Bar [4/1]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"I like it," she shrugged. "It tastes gross enough to make me not want to be in bed all day."

Which was, incidentally, her current mindset. Bed. All day. Funny how that worked, right?

"'s better than Five-Hour Energy."

Re: Bar [4/1]

[bitten_notshy]

Jack snorted. "I do the five-hour stuff because it goes down fast," he said. "Like medicine. Though now that you mention it, bed all day sounds like a much better alternative."

Re: Bar [4/1]

[not_a_whiner]

Eventually, Kaidan had left the house, if simply because they didn't actually have any steaks and he had a craving. A huge one.

He stopped by the bar before getting those groceries - was just polite to ask Jack if he needed anything, right? And anyway, he was starting to feel like he could go for a good, long jog after this...

"Hey," he called, walking in. "You need anything from the store?"

Re: Bar [4/1]

[bitten_notshy]

It was always a bit awkward when someone you'd been having less than fully appropriate thoughts about suddenly materialized. Jack's cheeks flushed as he straightened.

"A case of 5-Hour Energy and a gallon of coffee," he said, tone slightly petulant. "I'm not hurt, but I am tired. How are you?"

Re: Bar [4/1]

[not_a_whiner]

Today so far was turning out to be kind of... yeah, uh... Huh. You know?

The sort-of-brief sudden recognition that Jack really was an attractive kid felt miles weirder than the briefer recognition of it about Josh this morning, so he was just... uh, no.

"Had a nap, feel pretty good," Kaidan said. "Kind of like I could go for a few laps, you know?"

Re: Bar [4/1]

[bitten_notshy]

"Either that or go back to bed," Jack said thoughtfully. (And it was unfair Kaidan's voice was so attractive. Not that the rest of him was bad, exactly, but that voice...) "It's definitely hard to focus on work after a weekend fighting aliens."

Re: Bar [4/1]

[justlurkinghere]

Derek had been having a strange enough morning as it was, but it was nothing he couldn't repress with soul crushing emotional trauma. And exercise. Lots of exercise.

And apparent visiting his part of his weird little pseudo-pack. He gave Jack a nod before taking a seat at the bar.

Re: Bar [4/1]

[bitten_notshy]

Derek had bright blue eyes and permanent stubble and abs he insisted on showing off like a prize, and why was every attractive person on the island converging on the club tonight?

"I spent the weekend fighting aliens," Jack exaggerated, because it was that or ask Derek if he'd ever slept with another werewolf and what it was like, and the answer to that question seemed unlikely to produce a comfortable conversation either way. "Did I miss anything here?"

Re: Bar [4/1]

[justlurkinghere]

You could also bounce a quarter off dat ass, so...

"Mike had a Jell-O shot party," Derek replied, sniffing the air without really meaning to. "Aliens?"

Re: Bar [4/1]

[filleauloup]

Today turned out to be a singularly frustrating day for carrying mail. Éponine had, so far, had to go back to fix at least half the deliveries on her route because she'd dropped off mail for the wrong address even though she could have sworn she knew exactly which packet of letters she'd been reaching into her bag to retrieve, and that was on top of how ridiculously difficult it had been to put things into the right boxes at the post office. Beyond that she was very easily distracted, which wasn't helping matters. Honestly, it was stupid, and she was rather indignant about the whole situation.

"I've your mail here," she announced a bit petulantly, marching into the club, "or at least I think I do. Damned if I know any more, since nothing seems to be where I think it ought to be today."

How was that fair? She hadn't even been drinking yet.

Re: Bar [4/1]

[bitten_notshy]

"Oh, put it on the bar" Jack said vaguely. "I'd offer you a drink but I keep dropping them. I thought it might just be something the club was doing."

He managed a smile anyhow. "Are you doing all right, besides the moving mail?"

Re: Bar [4/1]

[filleauloup]

Even if she wouldn't be getting a drink out of it, she wasn't going to bother mentioning she was under 21. Honesty was overrated.

"Oh, hell, so it isn't just the post office then. We've all been having a devil of a time today, over there." Éponine started rummaging through her mail bag, pulling out rubber-banded bundles of envelopes, eyeing the addresses, and swearing before she finally rolled her eyes, glared up at the ceiling, and . . . managed to dig up the right one. "D'you know, this is very vexing?"

Speaking of vexing, when she went to put the mail on the bar, it ended up on the floor instead, which was mostly whatever prank the island was playing on them all today, but with the added distraction of noticing that Jack was rather pretty.

"Pardieu," she muttered, and bent to pick up the scattered mail.

Dance Floor & Lounge [4/1]

[bitten_notshy]

A mix of Prince and Marvin Gaye is playing today, for some strange reason. Or -- it is once the DJ figures out how not to drop things.

VIP Section [4/1]

[bitten_notshy]

For Eric and any guests.

Re: VIP Section [4/1]

[texted3times]

Eric was there and was open--nay, eager--for guests.

Re: VIP Section [4/1]

[bitten_notshy]

"Is there some policy your kind live longer if you look better?" Jack asked, by way of greeting. "Or do you just not bother turning the ugly ones?"

Hello to you too.

Re: VIP Section [4/1]

[texted3times]

"I don't turn ugly ones," Eric said. "Personal policy."

Re: VIP Section [4/1]

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April definitely didn't have an invitation to the VIP area, but what the hell, there were comfortable-looking couches. Besides that, she kind of thought that if she wound up getting thrown out of the place, at least it would be by strong, attractive vampire arms.

...Or something. Her brain was a little weird today.

"Sup," she said, giving Eric a nod. She figured she might as well just not address the fact that she probably wasn't officially allowed in here.

Re: VIP Section [4/1]

[texted3times]

Eric nodded back. "I promise not to try to get you to sleep with me by providing you dead animals."

Thank you, Eric.

Re: VIP Section [4/1]

[solo_sword]

By now Jaina had totally figured out what was going on, and she was being smart. By sending a text where she didn't have to look at the hot vampire she used to break furniture with.

Island's gone weird. Going home for a few days. Have fun without me, will bring dirt.

Re: VIP Section [4/1]

[texted3times]

Fine, but if I break a bed again, I will still blame you.

OOC [4/1]

[bitten_notshy]

Sex pollen + April Fool's = I do real OCD for once.