Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

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Tiny was on his own at the bar tonight. He'd gotten a rushed phone call from Allie where she muttered a lot about flat-packed furniture, incomprehensible directions and a deadline. He didn't care about her problems. He was just going to flirt with the DJ.

[Mod Tiny. Just home from NYC and crashing way early tonight.]