The Devil's Nest, Thursday Night

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Eric had already tuned out Tiny's chattering about the paintball yesterday as he sat at the bar and scrolled through a ton of pretentiously named craft beers for sale.

"We should do an Oktoberfest," he declared to no one, "but only with the names of beers that amuse me. We'll need a lot of Arrogant Bastard Ale."

For reasons. He had no idea why Tiny was glancing at him and snorting.

The Devil's Nest was open!

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[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer said, sweeping inside.

He had no idea what Eric had suggested.

[texted3times]

"Yes," Eric countered out of reflex. "It'll be fun."

[my_own_advocate]

"I doubt it. Tiny?"

Tiny shook his head.

... and then deposited a fresh martini in Lucifer's hand.

[texted3times]

"Where's the loyalty, Tiny?" Eric said. "Oktoberfest. We could be like Munich but with fewer oompah bands and more women in drindls."

[my_own_advocate]

"I've been to Munich," Lucifer said, pulling a face. "Points for drunken revelry, but the fashion is as atrocious as the music."

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"Yes, but I do enjoy a fashion choice that is basically, 'here are my breasts, please stare at them because it's traditional.'"

[my_own_advocate]

"You have a version of that right here in America," Lucifer reminded him. "It's called 'Spring Break'."

[texted3times]

"And that may have affected my choice in moving to Louisiana all those years ago," Eric admitted. "Possibly. But faux-European breasts would be a change, yes?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you really want this place smelling of cheap beer and Oktoberfest groupies?" Lucifer asked him dubiously.

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"It wouldn't be cheap beer," Eric said, stretching his legs out. "There's all of this completely pretentious craft beer out there now. We could charge double and make people drink overly hoppy IPAs called Oom-Pa-Pa or Lederhosen."