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The Devil's Nest, Saturday, August 17th

You'd think being deaf and having to fight off flappy, sharp-clawed Death From Above would get Bo down, but once she realized it wasn't just her and thus pretty likely to blow over whenever Fandom got bored with watching them all play charades, the upsides kicked in.

Flappy Death From Above upside: though French-kissing somebody with a foot-long prehensile tongue was nowhere near as hot as certain Dear Playbeing letters might suggest when said somebody was a spitting, slavering, monster with horrible breath whose idea of foreplay involved ripping off your head and using your heart as a Capri Sun bag, Flappy Death From Above was completely succubust-able, and just brimming with yummy, yummy chi. Three Whatevertheshithosethingswere later, Bo wasn't sure her eyes would ever stop glowing.

Deafness upside: the newest DJ arrived bearing a stack of One Direction CDs and a t-shirt that said LARRY 4EVA in glittery pink letters, and Bo and her glowy blue eyes gave exactly zero fucks.

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Where your bartender might be belting out the bounciest showtunes she knew and not caring ~~when~~ if she forgot the words or... well, that people knew she knew showtunes, because MUAHAHAHA NO ONE COULD HEAR HER ANYWAY.

Edited 2013-08-18 01:51 (UTC)

Jaye had been around these parts for eight years, give or take, and she was pretty sure she was still alive because she tended to stay indoors when the invasions happened.

But her apartment was so quiet it was annoying and so she pretty much ran through town to the bar to get out for a drink. Look, you have your priorities, and she had hers.

She was a tiny bit out of breath then when she sat down at the bar and made the drinky-drinky motion.

Bo could appreciate those priorities; her poison of choice might not be a drink per se, but she was certainly up for running through town to get some.

Ahem.

She grinned and held up a bottle of Buttface Beer, flapping her other hand in the international sign for yes/no/maybe.

By the look on her face, Jaye was not going to be drinking anything with that name. She had standards, Bo.

Standards.

Bo shook her head and mouthed your loss accompanied by an exaggerated tummy-rub, then offered the Sam Adams instead.

For that, Bo got a smile and two thumbs up.

And a gesture at her eyes, because Bo seemed to have something in them, or something?

Bo just blinked at her for a moment, because she hadn't noticed, herself; it wasn't like they actually worked as a flashlight or anything, cool as that would be.

Then she turned and looked in the mirror behind the bottle display to see what Jaye was...ohhhh.

Hunh. What exactly was the international sign for I sucked some monsters' brains out through their faces ?

Probably not a frown followed by kissy lips and if you don't inhale what the hell even is the point breathing.

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Jaye wasn't sure, exactly, what that was, but she answered it by pointing at Bo, and herself, and shaking her head, then make a certain rude gesture with her fingers.

Because she was flattered, and Bo was super pretty, but she was into guys.

It was antithetical to Bo's very existence not to mouth your loss again, but she couldn't maintain the accompanying straight face for longer than a few seconds before cracking up.

Sometimes the international sign for I sucked some monsters' brains out through their faces was writing I sucked some monsters' brains out through their faces on a napkin.

"Oh," Jaye mouthed, and looked at her a little more warily, like she was wondering if she was going to get her brain sucked out, and whether she cared enough to move away at all after running here in the first place. As it turns out, she didn't.

Go you!, she wrote instead.

There, flattery should make up for her extreme laziness.

Where there were... lights? And a silent, frustrated DJ in a LARRY 4EVA t-shirt.

Where there might or might not be a vampire who for once might not be thinking about eating the DJ tonight.

Where I should probably order that pizza before Donatos stops delivering, and once again I will risk forwarding the receipt to Fry because Momoko and Momslilassassin are right next to each other in the autofill dropdown.

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