Devil's Nest, Saturday, February 2, 2019

[texted3times]

It was bad enough that Tiny still wore a wife-beater, even as a groundhog tonight, but when the DJ showed up and started chewing on the wires instead of playing music like a stupid, stupid groundhog (which he was, but still. Wires. Chewing. Stop that.), Eric tossed him out into the cold (literally. He flew pretty far) and set up behind the bar himself.

Like some kind of service worker. The horror.

So you had a cranky, cranky vampire serving you drinks tonight. On the bright side, there wasn't any music this time?

[OOC: Open, no OCD!]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia had tried to buy a cinnamon latte at the Perk earlier today, but the rodents (maybe? she really didn't know much about non-mutated animals) behind the counter hadn't inspired much confidence. And that was probably her excuse for showing up here, too: to see if maybe it was all people selling drinks that were affected.

But, no.

"Oh, you're not a giant rat."

It was a bit of a drawl. But on the light side, for her.

[texted3times]

"Well spotted," Eric drawled back. "I was starting to wonder if I was the only one."

[okteiviakom]

"Some tried to sell me coffee, earlier." For a given definition of 'tried to sell', which was more like they'd bumbled around behind the counter and she'd had to lean in and peer over it to even see them. But, anyway. "Figured it might be anyone trying to work over a counter of some kind."

[texted3times]

"I'm not a groundhog," Eric pointed out unnecessarily, "but I don't normally work behind the counter, either."

He was much too good for that.

[okteiviakom]

"Does it matter?"

Guess someone couldn't really judge for herself who was 'too good' for that kind of thing.

"I mean, in general. Not for the rodent thing."

[texted3times]

"I own the place," Eric said. "Working behind the bar makes that seem less impressive."

Eric was a snob.

[okteiviakom]

"Owning things isn't that impressive to begin with."

Well, not to her, anyway.

[texted3times]

"Oh, does everyone share everything on the spaceship?" Eric asked.

[okteiviakom]

"Everyone who wasn't an asshole did, yeah."

More or less. One of her hands settled on the edge of the bar. Two fingertips tapping against it, but lightly.

"And then on the ground, too."