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: Tables!

[uncertain_dume]

"... Note to self, come up with a contingency plan for airlocks," Kanan said, blinking.

Re: Tables!

[jedigrammarians]

"The airlock was the contingency plan."

Yes, the cold, harsh, unforgiving vacuum of space had been safest option.

Re: Tables!

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan didn't want to sit there with his mouth hanging open. He really didn't. But, well, she had been dealing with Vader. He'd blown himself through an airlock and all he'd been dealing with were a handful of clones.

"Actually, that makes perfect sense," he allowed.