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Devil's Nest, Saturday Night

Eric was opening the club for the weekend because even though he hated people, he liked money (and it wasn't at ALL because Lucifer kept making comments about how many people were or weren't in the bar. He didn't care. He did. Not.)

There was a sign on the door again tonight:

THE DEVIL'S NEST.
WE CARD. A LOT.
YOU'RE WELCOME.

The DJ was playing 1990s country, for some reason, and Eric gave him a warning glare. "You get three Garth Brooks songs. Total."

Eric had lived in Shreveport for a few centuries. Of course he knew country music.

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Tiny is definitely carding tonight.

"It's... he's likely to be at a club," Linda ventured, rationally, as she walked into the Devil's Nest wearing a... well, it was a lot of boob.

Amenadiel? Amenadiel had remembered to put on jeans and a denim jacket, at least? "That makes sense," he said, nodding excessively. "I... don't see him, though."

Linda rubbed her forehead. "Can anyone get me an appletini?" she asked plaintitively. "I need it." Beat. "... Virgin. Virgin appletini."

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"Are you pretending to be 20?" Eric drawled from the shadow he'd been loitering in.

"No, I'm..."

Linda's fingers trailed over her belly for five seconds before she pulled them away.

"... A club soda will be fine, too."

"Got it," Eric said, "Tiny, make the lady a virgin appletini."

"Thank you," Linda said, her entire frame breathing relief. "You wouldn't happen to know Lucifer, would you? We're... looking for him."

Slowly, on her part. Amenadiel hovering over her shoulder all the time didn't help.

Eric made a face. "Yes, I know him. A little surprised he's not here already to explain the many things I'm apparently doing incorrectly."

"See, he really has met Lucy," Amenadiel said, pleased. "All we have to do is sit down and wait for him to return."

"You call him Lucy?"

Eric was absolutely calling him Lucy now.

"Of course," Amenadiel said, blinking. "Why?"

"Because it never occurred to me that he is clearly a Lucy," Eric said. "I'm Eric. I own this place."

Eric will judge you so hard if you can do the line dances. So. Hard.

If you must.

If it's been that kind of weekend already.

Wake up, self.

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Devil's Nest, Saturday Night

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Dance

Talk to Eric

Throw Axes!

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