fandomtownies | Devil's Nest: Wednesday Evening

Jack was bored and the tall drink of water had more or less implied she had a job, so here she was, sauntering right the fuck in like she did. Tiny did a small doubletake when she made her way behind the bar and started taking inventory. It was Wednesday, it would probably be slow. That was no excuse for the tequila to be that low, Tiny. "Stockroom's where?" Jack asked. Tiny blinked and pointed. She held out a hand for the key and watched Tiny dig the keyring out of his pocket and hand it over.

She took a bar tab and a pen from near the register and went to check out the stockroom. Made notes on anything they seemed low on and grabbed two new bottles of tequila for the shelf. Locked back up and headed back to fix the bar. Tiny got his keys back and the stock note was stuck in the register.

Jack was leaning back against the bar and chatting with Tiny when the newest DJ walked in and announced loudly, "Disco is kiiiiiiiiing!" Jack gave him a slow glance from head to toe. He was wearing bellbottoms and a loud shirt. Gross. She met his eyes and she smiled. A shiny smile that showed all her teeth and made all sorts of dark promises. None of those promises would end well for him. "Disco is dead," she politely informed him. The DJ took a step back from the smile and said more hesitantly, "Sex, drugs and rock and roll?" Jack gave him a slow nod and informed him, "Rock and roll is here to stay." The DJ gave a hasty nod and shuffled quickly toward the DJ booth. It took him a little while to edit the playlist but when it started, it was the best of the early rock era. That didn't stop him from sneaking wary glances at Jack for the rest of the night.

She ignored him.

[Devil's Nest is open. Unless Eric shows up and says otherwise :D]