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fandomtownies2016-02-14 05:50 pm
texted3times) wrote in fandomtownies2016-02-14 05:50 pm
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The Devil's Nest, Sunday night
The sign in front of Devil's Nest read:
Sure, come to a bar for Valentine's Day. What do we care.
Eric'd jacked up the prices on weird chocolate-flavored drinks becuase that was what he did, but Tiny would give you a good deal on Jaegermeister if you looked like you neded some.
The Devil's Nest was open, and the vampire was around, smiling at a box of dirt with more expression than that sort of gift should inspire.
[OOC: Open, no OCD!]
Sure, come to a bar for Valentine's Day. What do we care.
Eric'd jacked up the prices on weird chocolate-flavored drinks becuase that was what he did, but Tiny would give you a good deal on Jaegermeister if you looked like you neded some.
The Devil's Nest was open, and the vampire was around, smiling at a box of dirt with more expression than that sort of gift should inspire.
[OOC: Open, no OCD!]
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But sometimes he wanted to because his balls were so blue they could be mistaken for an X-Man. And on those days, he... found a bar without a bunch of sad, single women. God. Damn. It.
"Driiiiiiiiiiiiinks," he demanded of Tiny. Whatever. He would just assert some self control later. Yes, that was a euphemism. Now you read it and have to deal with that.