The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

If Derek hadn't had to come in for his job, he would have been out in the woods, trying to work off some of the energy that had been building up this week. The very, very strange energy that he did not like in the slightest.

And meant he was taking several showers and occasionally a dive into the ocean.

The DJ helped nothing with his insistence on playing music with more than just slightly suggestive lyrics. Because he was a dick like that.

Comments

Re: The Bar

[imablackwidowbaby]

Natasha deemed this vodka acceptable, for it was vodka, and she was in no mood to be picky. She downed a shot and then turned to glare at the DJ. "Seriously?"

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

"He has a death wish." Couldn't you tell?

Re: The Bar

[imablackwidowbaby]

"Well, clearly," Natasha agreed. "But that?"

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

"I's--" Sigh. "--actually better than what he normally plays."

For the express purpose of annoying Derek.