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The Devil's Nest, Saturday, June 15th, 2033 2013

The thing about being Fae -- Bo's kind of Fae, anyway; it wasn't true of all species -- was that fifty wasn't going to look a hell of a lot different from thirty.

The thing about being Bo was that while her wardrobe contained a lot more formal gowns for unavoidable political crap and trying-to-be-sedate suits for unavoidable dealing with social services crap, most of her daily and nightly wear didn't look a lot different from thirty either: innocent cows, eyeliner trees and Spandexians continued to die for the cause.

Basically what we're saying here is that only thing out of place behind the bar tonight was the somewhat nostalgic grin on the bartender's face, and the fact that she kept getting weirded out that nobody asked for TruBlood Light.

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There wasn't any Scream Cheese Vodka, either, but that didn't weird Bo out so much. The lack of bloodcurdling shrieks from the shelf behind her was refreshing, not disturbing.

So, he couldn't stay in that diner all weekend. Actually, he could, but he didn't want to. So.

Michael found his way into a bar with the sort of name that just made him sigh. Humanity was strange. He took a seat at the bar and watched the bartender with vague interest.

Of course her first customer at her first bar shift in ages would be one of those first customers. "Priestly? Dean? Alec? ........Derek?"

That last one was a long, long shot and his hair wasn't ginger enough, but why wouldn't Fandom try to screw with her on more than one front, if it could?

So many names there, Bo. So many names.

Michael shook his head at all of them, not unkindly. "None of the above, I'm afraid. Michael."

"Great, a new one to add to the list." Bo's reply was cheerful enough, despite the sarcasm. "That's a popular face around here. I'm Bo."

"No need to worry, I'm only passing through," he assured her.

"I'd say 'too bad'," Bo replied with a grin because her ability to read sociopath-hiding-behind-a-pretty-face hadn't gotten any better with age, "but I'm kind of only on loan here myself. What can I get you, Michael?"

Excuse you, a very pretty face. And he wasn't so much a sociopath as a cosmic wave of celestial intent with no interest in the lives of human beings.

So.

There was that.

"Conversation is fine. I'm not much of a drinker."

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Yep, Jaye was totally peering at him.

"Which one are you?" she asked.

"Michael. That is a question I've heard a lot today."

FOR SOME REASON.

"Okay, we need a limit of guys allowed in town with your face," Jaye said. "I think you've like the twelfth now."

"I'm sure the number will go down again soon." God willing.

"You say that, and then another one'll just crop right up and then everyone's confused again," she pointed out. "Okay, mostly me. Then I'm confused again."

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After the mixer, Jaye decided to head in for a drink. Hey, it wasn't like she had to get home to anyone tonight or be woken up by anyone who needed things like food. She was going to take advantage of it.

"Beer me, I'm still sober," she said.

"Okay, but I gotta warn you the beer selection's...dated. There's nothing that floats or turns your hair purple yet."

"That's more than fine. After the purple didn't go away that one time I like the dated stuff," Jaye said. "Give me the most ordinary thing you have."

She paused.

"Within reason."

"Miller Lite or Rolling Rock?" That was kind of a standard test to see if she -- or anybody, really -- was possessed. Who the hell ever drank Miller Lite?

"Miller Lite? Ugh, why don't you just offer me Coors?"

That would be a vote for the Rolling Rock.

"Because I'm funny, not cruel."

Well, one of those was true.

Bo poured her a cold one from an icy green bottle.

"Could be worse. I could've said Zima. Which, by the way? There's a six-pack of in the fridge. I don't even want to know."

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The DJ was in 20 Year Reunion Mode as well, apparently, but for him, that was Class of 1993. He was currently trying to mashup Rump-Shaker, Whoomp (There It Is, and Informer, God help you all.

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Where there might or might not be an owner whose freshness date was just as hard to determine visually as the bartender's was.

So yeah. Bo looks like Bo. Hurrah for the skin-preserving properties of Oil of Oh-Fae!

I demand someone plant an eyeliner tree in Fandom.

I'm not kidding. I will write an email to the admin address if I have to.

That's assuming that Jack Sparrow didn't already do it, and just not tell anybody else because he didn't want to share.

He would so do that. sneaky pirate bastard. Because he *can*.

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