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The Devil's Nest- Sunday

Jaina had been through two of these weekends before, once as a married empress with two kids, and once as a teenager who got to watch everyone else being all old around her. So she totally knew what was going on here.

That didn't mean she remembered that twenty years ago she'd have been working today, though, and she'd only shown up out of nostalgia before Tiny just waved her back behind the bar and she realized she was supposed to be here. To be honest, she was kind of up for this kind of work, too, because it had absolutely nothing to do with politics and that made it about one million times better than what she normally had to do these days.

The Devil's Nest was open, and your bartender probably remembered how to make at least some of the drinks you might want.

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It was probably a good thing she couldn't get through to Jag, who'd probably be a little alarmed he was being wished a Happy Father's Day.

Nothing but songs from the 2000's/2010's. So... not much different than normal but it seemed nostalgic.

Where there may be an Eric who doesn't look a day over a thousand.

Hey now. He didn't look a day over thirty.

Still.

Forever.

"Holy shit, please tell me you don't still work here."

"Nope," Jaina told him. "But apparently it's one of those weekends so I can make some drinks."

"Excellent," Eric said. "I'm starving."

"Please tell me that's just an order for True Blood."

Or the Lite version of it, since that was a thing now.

Well, no one likes fat vampires. Everyone knew that.

"Oh, I'm not going to eat you," Eric said. "That guy....maybe. But not you."

"I wouldn't let you eat me," Jaina pointed out, but got him a True Blood. "Also, don't tell me if you eat that guy. Or any guys."

Eric smirked at her. "Never did," he said. "But really, most of those DJs deserved it."

"I... Okay, I wish I could disagree more but I'm pretty sure some of the things they played qualified as torture in some places," she admitted.

Eric nodded. "I'm so glad they shot Justin Bieber into space and forgot to recover him."

"Sure," Jaina said. "'Forgot.'"

"Money might have been exchanged," Eric said blandly, "but Emma swears she had nothing to do with it."

No seriously I really think I need Brazilian coffee.

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The Devil's Nest- Sunday

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