Devil's Nest, Monday, June 6

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had to spend most of his shift on the phone with the bar's suppliers. Somehow, it was harder to get things delivered when your bar kept changing its location in the multiverse every week.

"Look, we can't stay open without vodka," he told the not-so-patient representative on the other end of the phone. "And if we can't stay open, we can't buy your products at all. So it'd save us all a lot of trouble if you found a way to get it to us." A pause. "I already promised to pay whatever the actual shipping and forwarding costs were. Plus -- you want how much extra a case? That's absurd. That'll almost double our costs."

Eventually he reached an agreement and hung up, wiping his forehead as he did. One down, two dozen to go.

[OOC: Open club, open post.]

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[texted3times]

"Need me to threaten anyone?" Eric asked, popping up out of nowhere like the secret drama queen he was.

[bitten_notshy]

"Possibly," Jack said. "Do you think it'd make the vendors stop bitching about where the island is now?"

It was like they expected places to stay where they were!

[texted3times]

"Probably not," Eric said, rolling his eyes. "Maybe I can just make...whatshername--Maureen? The one with the big mouth? Cry. She'd pass it along to the rest of them. Plus she supplies the things we need the least, so if she gets angry and quits, it's not a huge loss."

[bitten_notshy]

"That's beautiful," Jack said admiringly, and handed Eric the phone. "Get one of them to behave, and the others should fall in line. And if it doesn't work, it'll still be fun to watch."

[texted3times]

"And if this doesn't work," Eric said over the ringing on the other end, "I'll make Pam do it. She loves to terrorize people. Makes her entire week."

[bitten_notshy]

"Lucky girl," Jack said, a little laugh in his voice. "How is she, anyhow? I haven't had to bother her in a long time."

[texted3times]

"Oh, she's fine," Eric said with a fond smile. "Getting to scare the hell out of the bartenders at Fangtasia and forwarding me all of the stupid vampire politics to deal with."

[bitten_notshy]

"If it wasn't in Louisiana, I'd call that a dream job," Jack offered, tilting his head to try to hear what was happening on the other end of the phone. (He might as well use his sensitive hearing for once.) "-- did they just put you on hold?"

[texted3times]

"Yes, they did," Eric said, a little bit of fang coming out. "She's done."

Eric, don't kill the lady.

[bitten_notshy]

"Oh good," Jack said, a bit of a growl creeping into his tone.

Any day when he got to watch Eric tear someone up was a very good say at work.

[texted3times]

If this had been one of those days when the island played theme music, Maureen definitely would have known Bad Things Were Afoot.

She finally came on the line. "You know who this is," Eric said without preamble.

There was a quick, nervous assent from the other end.

"I was put on hold."

...and then there was groveling, none of which mattered as Eric very calmly--and thoroughly--tore her a new one. Metaphorically.

For now, at least.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack watched and listened with rapt satisfaction, with only the slightest sympathy pangs for poor Maureen. As far as he was concerned, the woman deserved it.

"That was beautiful," he said, once the call had ended. "I was taking mental notes on how to do that to the next one if we need to."

[texted3times]

"So we need a new supplier for weirdly flavored vodkas--and never order that cake one again--but word should get around quickly," Eric said, looking pleased with himself.

[bitten_notshy]

"Honestly, it's no great loss if we have to stop selling flavored vodkas for a while," Jack said. "We serve adults. They should be able to drink real liquor."

[texted3times]

"I absolutely agree," Tony said, "but Tiny's going to sulk."