fandomtownies | Devil's Nest, Monday Night

There was a cat at the bar tonight. Liam and Verity had spent a very long day stalking across Baltimore rooftops trying to get an accurate count of missing cryptids and Verity didn't even have time to change before her shift, never mind drop Liam off at her apartment.

Which, honestly, was probably for the best. Last time she'd left him and the mice along for an extended period of time, she'd come home to some weird celebration she didn't recognize that involved Liam as the centerpiece of choreography. And even if he was fine with it, she wasn't.

So he was sitting on one end of the bar, drinking cool water from a bowl and Tiny was on the other end, swearing up and down that he was allergic to cats and needed to go home early. Honestly, trying to run a bar with a cat underfoot was probably less annoying of the two options.

She was saying no anyway, though. Because Tiny.

[No OCD]