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The Devil's Nest [Friday night]
It was cold, dark, and threatening to snow, which was Eric's favorite kind of weather, which was why he was in an excellent mood as he wandered down to the Devil's Nest to make sure Tiny was manning the bar to his satisfaction.
The new DJ (it was always a new DJ) looked panicked as Eric came in, stammering something about equipment malfunctions and how very sorry he was before fleeing into the night, leaving the bar listening to "If You Like PiƱa Coladas" --and only that song--at a volume that was just too loud to be ignorable.
"If you make piƱa coladas a special tonight, I will snap your neck," Eric told Tiny flatly before disappearing to his normal seat in the VIP area.
The Devil's Nest was open. And verrrrry tired of walks in the rain already.
The new DJ (it was always a new DJ) looked panicked as Eric came in, stammering something about equipment malfunctions and how very sorry he was before fleeing into the night, leaving the bar listening to "If You Like PiƱa Coladas" --and only that song--at a volume that was just too loud to be ignorable.
"If you make piƱa coladas a special tonight, I will snap your neck," Eric told Tiny flatly before disappearing to his normal seat in the VIP area.
The Devil's Nest was open. And verrrrry tired of walks in the rain already.
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Ten loops of the song about piƱa coladas and he was regretting more than a few of his life choices.
He sent a text to his relatives via the comm: Have discovered song more annoying than 'Dance, Dance, Little Ewok.' Who knew?
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She was fairly sure Eric wouldn't kill her for it.
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It had been another long week.
"Surprise me," he told Tiny. "Something with grape juice, why not?"
It was always good to scope out the competition's skills.
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"I hate that I want a pina colada now," she sighed.
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"This whole drinking age thing is bizarre."
Hi, Sabine.
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Because she wasn't completely sure, herself. It seemed like it was all old humans who probably had lightsabers in their pants or whatever, and her, and Sabine, and Lana, and Hera, who was neither old nor human and so Vette decided she got to count as 'cool' by default.
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And maybe she was wondering what the etiquette was when she knew the owner of this place now.
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morontotally cool guy, okay.Re: The Bar
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And sending it back to get it without rum. Twice.
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Hopefully none of the cute ones were related to him in some way.
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"I hate it," she announced to nobody in particular. "Great."
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So he and Ben had come to go see his family. They'd left Nat and Val with a babysitter, and now he was here, sitting at the bar, quietly nursing a glass of milk. This was Ben's family; he was just here to support him.
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So, like a networking event!
He glanced around for familiar faces first, though.
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"...the fuck?" she asked, squinting at a speaker, "You and your lady are bored and neither of you has the balls to have the 'hey sweetheart let's spice things up' conversation like a goddamn adult? I hope she divorces your ass and takes all your shit."
Whiskey wasn't going to cut it.
"What've you got for gutrot vodka?" she asked.
If you“re not into yoga, if you have half a brain..
She snorted loudly. "If she has half a brain she's half up on you, you slimy cretinous fuckwaffle, and you're shooting out of your league."
"... Make that a double of whatever." A beat. "No. Triple. Shit, just give me a tumbler. Would anyone care if the sound system just sort of exploded?"
At least she'd asked first.
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Except:
"... No, of course I don't have ID. What do I need it for?"
Someone was about to get familiar with present-day laws about drinking.
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In any case she was at the bar, her hair still matted from hours in a flight helmet, but looking fairly relaxed and cheerful and not sorry she'd come at all.
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Hera was just going to get a Coke and hang around Kanan for a bit.
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