Devil's Nest, Saturday, January 27. 2018

[texted3times]

The nicest part of winter was how quickly the sun went down in the evenings--gave a vampire a lot more time to get things done before bleeding from the ears and eyes, catching fire, and dying, etc., etc.

Finally back from settling some accounts in Louisiana (and jacking up the prices at Fangtasia in preparation for the Mardi Gras crowds), Eric was back in Fandom, settled into his normal spot well away from the bar.

Vampires don't serve humans, thank you very much. That's what Tiny was for.

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Re: Get a Drink at the Bar from Tiny!

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was very much not from a galaxy far, far away. She was just a person who needed a drink, and who'd figured it out by now that this was one of the places to get one.

Except she chose wrong. She didn't even have an ID - and she bristled when she was asked for one (thanks, bad mental association) - and even if she had, well, she wasn't over the arbitrary cut-off age for being served alcohol, apparently.

Which was how she ended up with some non-alcoholic beverage with a bright color and a paper umbrella. Why Tiny thought either of those were an appropriate accessory for her sour face, she didn't know.