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The Devil's Nest, Sunday evening

Tiny had spent most of the day unsucessfully trying to get the glitter out of the floor, off the booths and out of the liquor.

"Call it artisanal Goldschlager and sell it at a mark-up," Eric suggested as he walked in and headed for his spot in the VIP section. He was also fairly sparkly and bitching to himself about not being that kind of vampire, fuck everything.

The Devil's Nest was open! Come, drink your glitter!

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Order a drink with glitter in it!

Or don't, but it's going to have glitter in it whether you asked or not.

To the DJ's choices based off of putting "It's Raining Men" into Pandora, so...kind of camp?

Who did not want glitter in his True Blood. Ugh.

Happy Sunday!

While Tony was able to have his clothing professionally laundered, there was only so much even a lab decontamination shower could do to get glitter out of hair. It truly was the herpes of arts and crafts.

"I'm going to assume the sparkly ambiance is more a result of yesterday than the real decor."

For his own sanity.

"Definitely," Anakin replied, staring into his sparkly whiskey. "Was there an outbreak of men kissing other men, too? That used to happen when I was a student."

Wait, what? Back that crazy up, Skywalker.

"Are you sure it was the glitter?" Did he need to test glitter for sexuality changing properties?

Anakin shrugged. "I was pretty sure. I mean, I was kissing guys I had no interest in otherwise."

"Well, it would have been good to know before I walked through all the glitter." What if he'd kissed Rhodey! It would have just been awkward for everyone involved.

Mostly Rhodey. Because Tony was an amazing kisser.

"Eh," Anakin replied, sipping from his drink. "It wouldn't have been the stupidest thing to happen around here."

aodfijsjdfals ARTISANAL GOLDSCHLAGER. <3 <3 <3

"What would have been?" Give him details.

"One weekend a year we all go collectively crazy and I think I own a diamond mine?" Anakin offered. "We also deal in contraband sushi. I don't even pretend to understand."

"Any hope that'll skip me?" No, Tony. None at all.

"Probably not. We feud along with the Winchesters. It's all horribly awkward. I think everyone's been shot a few times at this point," Anakin said.

And that's not even touching Jaina's string of almost husbands.

That was probably for the best. All things considered.

"Wait, principal Winchester?"

"That's the one," Anakin said. "And her daughter and stepson, usually."

Tony took a moment to think that one over. "I've had worse villains."

"Me too," Anakin said. "That's why the weekend's just embarrassing. And full of much less glitter. Did strippers drop from the sky or something yesterday?"

"No, it snowed glitter." A beat. "Strippers would have been way more fun."

And Tony would have been covered in glitter then. Let's be honest here.

"Probably more of a lawsuit waiting to happen with all the underage students around," Anakin mused.

"I think it would build character."

"And possibly a line for penicillin at the clinic," Anakin replied.

"See?" Tony replied. "Builds character. Teaches the use of protection."

"I used to do a one-night sex ed class," Anakin offered. "It would scare the poodoo out of them."

Poodoo's a real word, Tony. Really.

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The Devil's Nest, Sunday evening

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