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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"ID, please," Eric said, wandering over.

"I have proof of my age, but it's not exactly standard format," Karla said, dimpling up at him. "I'm not from Earth, after all. And thank the Darkness."

Look, no offense to Earth, but...yeahno. She was Kaeleeran, through and through.

"You ready to do some math?"

"Sure," Eric replied laconically. "I'm not afraid of big scary numbers."

Karla called in Glacia's Blood registry, which was bookmarked to her birth, and then several forms (and a newspaper!) with the current Kaeleeran date on them. If he actually did out the math, Karla's actual age was twenty-six, but Kaeleer moved at double the speed of Fandom, so she'd lost a few years while attending school.

She happily dumped that in front of him and ordered herself another drink.

"You can check Warren's, too," she said. "Though he's from the future, so I think according to his birthdate, he's like...six or something? How do you keep track when it comes to time travel?"

He didn't. That's what he had Jack for.

"I have my ways," he said, smiling mysteriously.

Eh, well, Jack knew how old Karla and Warren were, so no worries there.

"Don't give me that," Karla said, narrowing her eyes at him. "That's totally code for 'I delegate.' I've used that code!"

"Of course I delegate," Eric said. "I'm much too important to do stupid shit."

"Then are you or your duly-appointed delegate ready to decree that I am legally able to drink here?" Karla asked.

"I suppose," Eric said. "You may drink here. But you may not jump on the furniture."

"Do I still get chicken nuggets if I'm good?"

Beat.

"...And does that also preclude dancing on the tables? Dancing well, obviously. No one wants to see drunken gyrations."

"If you want to dance on tables, I can install a stripper pole like I have at Fangtasia," Eric offered sweetly.

"Before the end of my party?" Karla asked, batting her eyes at him. "Eric, you're too kind."

"It's often been said," Eric lied. "Of course, Tiny gets to dance first."

"And you get the seat of honor in front of him, since it's the inaugural dance," Karla agreed because she was horrible. "Front and center, just for you."

"Mmm, lucky me," Eric said with an eager grin.

Shame? Eric? Never.

"He's already practicing his number now!" Karla said, pointing over to the...spectacle...that was going on behind the bar.

"I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's;
I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox..."

"...Why is that still going?"

Eric sighed heavily (not that he needed to because breathing wasn't a thing). "I don't pretend to understand."

He sighed because, for all that he was a centuries old, incredibly powerful vampire, at heart he was just a giant drama queen.

"I'll leave you to continue to envision Tiny's dance routine," Karla said, finishing her drink and slipping out from her chair at Eric's table. "I have guests waiting for me. Lovely seeing you again, Eric."

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