The Devil's Nest, June 11, 2020 [Thursday after dark]

[texted3times]

Eric hated this part of the year: it took forever for the sun to go down and he couldn't go out until it was dark. By then Tiny had generally chosen some kind of weird drink special (today was apparently National Corn Day, so they were having specials on bourbon cocktails) that Eric didn't get a say in.

(Well, Eric always had a say but by the time he got there, he didn't care enough to start an argument.)

So he came in, poured himself a Southern Comfort and True Blood (don't judge), flipped on some house music and waited to see if Lucifer would pop out to complain.

He'd also put the sign back on the door about the axe-throwing competition on Saturday night.

[OOC: OCD free!]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer did not show up to complain!

... But he did turn up at the door about halfway into the night, silently removed the sign, and left.

Petty, thy name was the Devil.

[long_memory]

Silver had spent a lot of time the last few days getting over the culture shock of being 300 years into the future. Electricity! Indoor plumbing! The box that was possessed by strange ghosts (aka the TV)! Today was the first day he felt comfortable enough to venture out of the hotel room Danny helped him get to explore the island.

Of course he ended up at the bar.

"Do you have rum here?" What a stereotype.

[texted3times]

"Aye," Eric replied because he enjoyed being a troll. "Tiny, get the man some rum."

[long_memory]

That trolling went right over his head. "Aye" was a perfectly acceptable response!

"Thank you," he said with a nod of his head. "I wasn't sure if rum still existed this far into the future."

He was afraid it got replaced with that White Claw he kept seeing being advertised on the ghost box.

[texted3times]

"Rum will live forever," Eric said, nodding. "Same with vodka and whiskey." He took a guess based on the clothing, "Madeira is harder to find."

[long_memory]

He really wasn't trying to cover up this pirate thing, was he? At least he had showered two whole times since arriving on the island.

"Now that's unfortunate," he said, taking a swig of his rum. "I'm John Silver. In case it wasn't obvious, I was unceremoniously dumped on this island recently."

[texted3times]

"Eric Northman," Eric replied, gesturing to himself. "You're adapting better than some I've seen." He grinned. "You found a bar pretty quickly and that's always the best way to adjust."

[long_memory]

"I made sure the police officer that found me pointed the bars out to me." Silver tilted his head. "He also threatened me a few times but I'm sure he meant it in the friendliest way."

[texted3times]

"Depends on the officer," Eric said with a smirk. "Tall and blond or short, blond and highly strung?"

[long_memory]

"The last one," Silver said immediately. "He said he'd throw me in jail if I caused trouble. But he then helped me get a room at the hotel so I'm guessing there's a heart of gold under there."

[texted3times]

Eric chuckled. "Yes, I don't think his bite is nearly as hard as his bark. He's also pretty new, so he's still getting used to the idea of time travel, sea creatures, sentient cats, squirrels that spy on people, vampires--"

Way to subtly work that in there, Eric.

[long_memory]

"...I do not even know where to start when it comes to addressing how much of that I didn't understand." He had never even heard the word vampire before!

[texted3times]

"Finish your drink, I'll get you a refill, and we can start at the beginning," Eric said. "Which is living in the 21st Century."

[long_memory]

Silver knocked back the rest of his rum obediently. "300 years into the future if you're me."

[texted3times]

"So...1720s?" Eric grinned. "How are you enjoying the indoor plumbing and lights after dark?"

[long_memory]

"The showers," Silver said appreciatively. "The showers are life changing. You don't understand how taxing it was to even get a tub of hot water where I came from."

You usually had to go to the brothel and pay for it. Though, to be fair, you usually got something extra out of it as well.

[texted3times]

"Oh, I remember," Eric said. "I'm roughly a thousand years old. Have you learned about cell phones yet? All worldly knowledge, it can fit in your pocket, and people use it to look at videos of cats."

[long_memory]

"I haven't had the pleasure." He was intrigued by the idea of holding all the world's knowledge in his pocket. Not that he knew how it would work to his advantage on this island.

"You look very good for someone that's a thousand years old." A part of him immediately wanted deny that being possible, just for the sake of having a normal, logical reaction. But the other part of him watched infomercials until three in the morning last night and he was about ready to believe anything at this point.

[texted3times]

"I look very good for anyone," Eric said, smirking. "But I'm a vampire, something else on your list that you might be unfamiliar with. I live forever."

Aside from the stakes and the fiery death via sun. Eric was just going to skip riiiiight past that part.

[long_memory]

Probably for the best. Silver likely wasn't someone you wanted to reveal your weaknesses to.

"You must have done pretty much everything else there is to do over the last thousand years if you're settled in a tavern on an island with too many stairs."

Everything on this island was uphill, he was sure of it.

[texted3times]

"Well, this isn't my only bar," Eric said. "I have one in Louisiana, and other duties to attend to there as well. I came because I knew someone at the school a long time ago. I stayed after she left because the island amuses me."

[long_memory]

"Amusing is certainly a term that could be used," he said, though it wouldn't be one he would use himself. "Since I've got no fucking clue how I got here or how to get back I guess I should be finding it amusing too for the sake of my own sanity."

[texted3times]

"It's either that or yell all the time like the good officer," Eric said. "My way is much less stressful."

Plus he's been alive a thousand years and needed something to keep him entertained.

"Do you need a job?"

[long_memory]

Silver almost looked confused for a moment because it had been so long since he actually had a real job that he almost forgot it was an option for him.

"Yes, I suppose I do," he said after a moment. "I should probably pay the officer back for the hotel room he got me before he throws me in prison."

[texted3times]

Eric laughed. "Probably," he agreed. "If you know how to pour a pint, break up a fight and not serve the damn kids from the high school, you're hired."

[long_memory]

“I believe I can manage that.” Hell, he even killed a guy in a bar once, that should count for something! “Thank you for keeping me out of prison. It would have been very embarrassing to be arrested by that fellow.”

Long John Silver arrested by a guy with hair like that would not have added anything good to his mythos.

[texted3times]

No, no it wouldn't.

"With that hair," Eric said, eyes wide.