fandomtownies | The Devil's Nest, Saturday, April 12th

"No." Bo crossed her arms behind the bar and ignored the balloon Tiny was holding out to her. "I already told you my terms. The whole thing or no deal."

Tiny held up his phone in the other hand, then made a show of putting it away. Bo just shook her head.

"No. I don't care if you record me. I'm just not doing it without the quid pro quo." She reached out and bopped the balloon lightly. "Every. Single. Verse."

Which was why anyone visiting the bar tonight, including the guests at Warren and Karla's birthday party, would find themselves treated to a high-pitched -- and very long -- performance of I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General from the huge guy in the leather vest.

Bo's performance, they'd have to be very good at searching YouTube (or know Tiny's username) to find, and also fast enough to get there before Bo filed the fake DMCA takedown notice. Or the obscenity one. She was still trying to decide which seemed more likely coming from Disney.

[Open! Karla and Warren's birthday party be happenin' in the VIP area; the rest of the joint is open to anyone.]

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"Huh. That's a good point." A horrible, horrible point, he meant.

"But, um..." Crap. He needed to think of an excuse, and he probably couldn't count on any help from Warren...

Aha!

"Wait a minute," Jaime said, eyes narrowing in sudden (feigned) suspicion. "You're just trying to trick me into being nearby so you can kick me in the shins, aren't you?"

Karla cocked her head, then grinned and shook it. "Not if we're going to be baking buddies!" she chirped.

"Besides, I don't have to be close to you for you to get kicked." Her smile widened and showed a lot more teeth.

Jaime actually believed her. On both points, but he kept his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I don't know... You do kick me a lot," he pointed out, pretending that that was why he didn't want to bake with her.

"Normally, you deserve it a lot," Karla said easily. "But since you and Momoko got back together, the need hasn't cropped up as much."

Ergo, his shins were safe!

...For now.

"You're not being very reassuring, you know," Jaime pointed out, glad for the fact. It sounded like he might have his out!

"I don't understand how!" Karla said. "I'm saying that so long as you're not an idiot, I don't want to kick you! Are you saying you're an idiot?"

His words, not hers!

"I've never understood what makes you decide I am or am not," Jaime pointed out. "So I'm not sure I'm willing to take the risk that our opinions might clash. Painfully."

Stick to his guns! This could still totally work!

"Usually, I consider you an idiot with kickable shins when you do or say something that makes my friends cry," Karla told him, eyebrow up. "Momoko remains all smiles when we talk about you, so your shins remain safe. Pretty easy, huh?"

Jaime pursed his lips. He wanted to object to that, that it wasn't all his fault. But it was enough his fault, so he didn't.

"And what do I do when you start thinking that my shins start looking especially kickable again?" Since he rather suspected that that was inevitable.

Well, he was male.

"Where shin guards?" Karla suggested. "And hide my shoes?"

"Huh. Not a bad idea, actually."

It looked like he was giving that serious consideration.

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, April 12th

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