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fandomtownies2019-08-07 10:36 am
biotic_psychotic) wrote in fandomtownies2019-08-07 10:36 am
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Devil's Nest - Wednesday
The island was seemingly normal. Jack didn't trust it. Still, she made her way to the Nest for the first time all summer just to see if it was there, or if it'd be bombed out wreckage or underwater or be boarded up or whatever new shit the island was doing. Nope, none of the above. There it was, normal as ever.
Still didn't trust it. In she went anyway. Tiny was behind the bar giving her significant stink-eye. "Shut your face and gimme the keys," she scowled, snatching up her pad and paper - and then catching out of the air the keys Tiny threw at her head. The alcohol in the back room was.. a little depleted. "The shit? Don't you take inventory at all when I'm not here?" Tiny threw a plastic cup at the door. Jack stomped it flat and then primly put it in the trash, sticking her tongue out at him. "How the hell are we completely out of Clamato? Some of that shit had expiration dates from 1996 and Northman wouldn't throw it out. Did someone actually drink it? Did we host some sort of bachelor-or-bachelorette soiree that set up some sort of fucked-up Bloody Mary bar in here? Did it finally gain sentience and march out of here on dozens of little aluminum feet? How, Tiny, did three flats of Clamato disappear?"
Tiny didn't deign to answer.
"I'm not reordering it," Jack threatened, "Nobody drinks it anyway. If it's somehow finally gained sentience and walked itself the fuck out of here, good for it, I hope it demands equal sentients' rights. Anyone wanting a Bloody Mary can just suck it up and drink it made with V8 like every other respectable biped out there."
Devil's Nest is Open - just don't ask for Clamato.
[OOC: now posted in the right comm, sorry!]
Still didn't trust it. In she went anyway. Tiny was behind the bar giving her significant stink-eye. "Shut your face and gimme the keys," she scowled, snatching up her pad and paper - and then catching out of the air the keys Tiny threw at her head. The alcohol in the back room was.. a little depleted. "The shit? Don't you take inventory at all when I'm not here?" Tiny threw a plastic cup at the door. Jack stomped it flat and then primly put it in the trash, sticking her tongue out at him. "How the hell are we completely out of Clamato? Some of that shit had expiration dates from 1996 and Northman wouldn't throw it out. Did someone actually drink it? Did we host some sort of bachelor-or-bachelorette soiree that set up some sort of fucked-up Bloody Mary bar in here? Did it finally gain sentience and march out of here on dozens of little aluminum feet? How, Tiny, did three flats of Clamato disappear?"
Tiny didn't deign to answer.
"I'm not reordering it," Jack threatened, "Nobody drinks it anyway. If it's somehow finally gained sentience and walked itself the fuck out of here, good for it, I hope it demands equal sentients' rights. Anyone wanting a Bloody Mary can just suck it up and drink it made with V8 like every other respectable biped out there."
Devil's Nest is Open - just don't ask for Clamato.
[OOC: now posted in the right comm, sorry!]