fandomtownies | The Devil's Nest, Saturday, September 27

The place had looked relatively (Parents Weekend pun not intended) normal when Bo walked in, which was usually a sign to be on guard because someone was waiting to spring the crazy on her when she least expected it. Three minutes later, she was apologizing to Tiny for the suspicious side-eye; the crazy was certainly there, and it was certainly crazy, but unless Tiny was doing a hell of job at moonlighting (pun intended this time), he wasn't responsible for the bright red, three-inch high, horn-wearing, pitchfork-carrying demons wandering up and down the bar.

Wearing parkas, because of course they were.

"You know that guy doesn't own this place anymore, right?" she asked the one who'd squeaked out that they were looking for their landlord because the climate-control back home had gone to...well.

For some reason, that didn't encourage them to leave. Either they didn't believe her, or they just didn't want to take "Yes, I'm a succubus, but no, dude, I have size limits, and they exist for your safety, ask Papa Smurf," as a final answer.

Whatever, as long as they stayed out of her way and stopped trying to dance with the salt shakers, Bo could deal.

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"This is about as literal as you can get: throw a punch at somebody and you end up teleported outside and landing in the duck pond."

Lauren started laughing, and had to cover stop so she wouldn't choke on her drink. "Okay, I'm definitely going to visit there. Is it wrong that I hope to see someone throw a punch?"

Bo shook her head. "Sometimes I think that's the place's biggest draw. I mean... it can't be the zombie karaoke, right?"

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, September 27

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