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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

Derek spent tonight glaring at his phone. Because of reasons.

Not even the DJ's attempts at getting a reaction via non-stop One Direction playing was distracting him from his phone based rage. But, to be honest, the DJ wasn't trying nearly as hard as he could be.

No, not even when he switched it up with some Taylor Swift. Not even then. It was possible that the DJ was starting a nervous break down now that his methods of torture weren't working.

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You could drink your issues away, DJ.

It had taken Buffy a few days and some careful listening to old radio podcasts but oh, she had found out who had been screwing up her bar organization. She hadn't expected him to be so cute, but she would not let broody attractiveness distract her from being upset.

"You," Buffy said, putting her hands on the bar and trying to look as menacing as possible. "You're the one that keeps messing up the liquor bottles."

"Do I know you?" Look, it wasn't Derek's fault his was a blatant rip off of Angel on an aesthetic level.

"I'm the person that works on Thursday," she said. "You know, the person that's been cleaning up your mess for the last two weeks."

"What mess?" Derek's organization was just fine!

It was not fine at all.

"What-" Seriously, Derek, seriously. "The bottles! I mean, I'll give you a pass if you're illiterate or something, but outside of that you have the worst organization skills known to man."

He was not illiterate! That was just rude to say, Buffy! Rude!

Derek glared at her, lips drawn into a thin line. "Fine. I won't touch the bottles."

Now you can go home and leave him to brood. In a manly fashion. While Taylor Swift and One Direction played in the background.

"Oh." She had expected a little bit of a fight. The guy looked like the type who would start a fight randomly. "Just like that?"

He was a Lifetime Original away from making frosting just to eat, Buffy. Without any cakes to frost.

Okay, that was exaggeration. If he was that bad, he'd be buying the frosting from the grocery store.

"Yes." He made a shooing motion with his eyebrows. He'd just find something else to mess up horribly.

"And here I came in expecting to have to beat you up to get you to cooperate." Granted, all she knew about Derek was from radio.

"You thought wrong. Go away or buy something." Preferably the first one.

"I see you didn't get hired for your welcoming demeanor." Don't worry, she was planning on leaving. She just refused to get shooed out by someone with eyebrows like that easily.

Derek huffed at her, waiting for this horrible conversation to be over. Because that is exactly how you handle things. By being terrible until they went away.

Yes.

Buffy sighed. "You're not very fun to torment with my stellar wit."

Which was a problem Derek should fix one day.

"But fine, I'll go. Though if you mess up my bottles again I'll be back and I won't be very happy."

"Come back when you find that wit," Derek drawled. Because sarcasm was the lifeblood of an unhappy Hale.

Batman strolled into the bar, shot a glare toward the DJ, and sat down.

"Never would have pegged you for a fan," Batman said.

You get a water and nothing else, Batman. You learn to live with that kind of disappointment.

Possibly by dressing up in a costume and fighting crime.

OH WAIT.

Batman was going to order water anyway. YOU JUST PLAYED INTO HIS HANDS, DEREK.

Batman sipped the water. Tasted like victory.

SHUT UP, BATMAN. GO RECRUIT TEENAGERS.

Derek didn't sip water. But he did glare some more. So, there was that.

OH HE WOULD. HE WOULD. Especially since they helped him build up a tolerance to Taylor Swift.

Batman glared right back as he sipped some more. He was waiting to see if Derek started moving to the music.

Ooh, we called it off again last night
But ooh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you

We are never ever ever getting back together,
We are never ever ever getting back together,
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me
But we are never ever ever ever getting back together

Seriously. Never getting back together.

My god, he really is grumpy cat.

It's adorable, really.

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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

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The Lounge/Dance Floor

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