The Devil's Nest, Saturday, September 28th

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"Seriously, Tiny? They're salt and pepper shakers. And they're elves. I bought them because they reminded me of my grandma's house."

Tiny just pointed and shook his head again, then headed out to stand at the door. Outside the door, because he refused to come back in until Bo got rid of them.

It was gonna be a long night.

Hopefully not a rainy one, for Tiny's sake, since those elves were staying right there on the bar until closing time when Bo could take them home.

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The Bar [9/28]

[nookiepowered]

Come on, they were freaking adorable elves. Hell, given how little she knew about the way the Fae world worked, Bo might even be related to them.

The Dance Floor [9-28]

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Bo had no clue who Fathom were, or even what genre of music this was supposed to be, but it wasn't bad. Almost not bad enough to hope they might keep the same DJ for two weeks in a row.

The VIP Area [9/28]

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Where there were no goddamn garden gnomes either, Tiny. Bo checked.

The OOC [9/28]

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Where your bartender apologizes in advance for sudden and/or long disappearances, because she is feeling of the ick tonight.