The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

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Having switched his day at work, Derek was feeling a little... off. Nothing he could put his finger on, but it was still a lingering feeling.

Which meant he was constantly shifting the bottles of alcohol over just a fraction of an inch to the left. Nope, it wasn't that.

Derek glared over at Tiny like he had something to do with it. Tiny? Not even bothering to respond to that.

Damn Tiny.

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The Bar

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That was ever so slightly to the left.

The Dance floor/Lounge

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Nothing had been moved there. Yet.

The VIP Area

[justlurkinghere]

...that could be what was off. Could be. But Derek wasn't going over there.

OOC

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I made a roasted veggie sub. Mmmmm.