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Devil's Nest, Thursday night

Eric was behind the bar as Tiny mixed drinks, texting to Pam and trying to talk her out of bangs.

You remember the 1930s, he was sending. Don't do that to yourself again.

The bar was open! Eric, apparently, had a lot of hair opinions this week.

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Tiny will get you a drink, though. Eric doesn't serve anyone ever.

So. Last night had been kind of a bust. Annie still couldn't get anyone from Vought to respond to her. And free month of rent or not, she kind of had to figure something out.

Plus it was getting kind of sad drinking alone in her apartment.

She chose a bar stool, looking around a little warily, and ordered a beer from Tiny.

"Do either of you guys know where I could find the owner?" she asked, looking from the bartender to the guy texting behind the bar.

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Eric glanced up from his phone. "That's me," he said. "If you're here about the DJ getting fired yesterday, that was Octavia."

"Uh. No," Annie replied, shaking her head. "No, I was actually wondering if you were hiring?"

A pause. "Bartender, not a DJ." Not that she didn't have equal (that is to say, zero) experience with either position.

"We have a few days free," Eric said. "Do you have a lot of bartending experience?"

Literally no one but Tiny had bartending experience at the bar right now.

"I have bar-going experience?" Annie offered. Though honestly, she didn't exactly have a ton of that, either.

Eric snickered. "So what's your normal drink order, then?"

Annie looked down at her beer (which, yes, she had ordered as 'beer' with no other specifications.) "Oh, I'm not fussy," she said. Obviously. "Um. I like martinis?"

Not that she knew how to make one.

"And I'm a really fast learner."

"Vodka or gin martinis?" Eric asked.

"Oh God. Vodka. Gin tastes like a plant," Annie said, making a face.

Eric laughed. "I happen to agree. Do you have a name, potential employee?"

"Annie January," she replied, reaching over the bar to offer a hand. "It's nice to meet you, either way."

"Eric Northman," he said with a slightly toothy smile, taking her hand. "Welcome to the Devil's Nest. Can you start Monday?"

"Whoa, was that my interview?" Annie had never tried to get a real job before. It couldn't always be this easy, right? "Um - I mean, yes. Monday's great."

"That was the interview. Oh, you don't have a problem having a pirate as a co-worker, right?" Eric checked.

"No...." Annie hedged, carefully. "I don't think I've ever met a pirate."

A pause, and she added, "I'm from Iowa." Because obviously that was why she didn't know any pirates.

"He's also from the 1700s," Eric said like that was a normal thing.

"Aw, shit."

Annie would have been embarrassed at accidentally swearing in front of her new boss, normally, but - come on. "Come on, he is not."

Jesse had said she was from 2019, and Annie had - completely stupidly - not thought all that hard about the time travel thing beyond that.

"Oh, he absolutely is," Eric said, grinning. "Thinks that hot showers are the best invention ever."

And Silver was not wrong.

"I mean, sure, but I'll see your hot shower and raise you a Lush bath bomb in a tub," Annie replied. "Though I can see how a pirate from the - what is that, eighteenth century? - might not be picky."

"I'm not sure Silver has learned about bath bombs," Eric admitted. "I certainly haven't brought them up."

That would've been an odd conversation.

"Silver? Like the metal? Cool, I'll make sure he hears about them. I'd want to know, in his position, " Annie decided. "I hope he's also found, like, microwaves. I always thought that was kind of the ultimate time-traveler mystifying device."

"And also like the fast food fish restaurants, which he's already heard about," Eric said, grinning. "And I hope someone's warned him about microwaves. He lives in my building, and the last time we had a fire drill, I ended up outside in my underwear."

Which was very much a choice he'd made, don't let him play it off like that.

"I thought I outgrew fire drills when I graduated," Annie complained, frowning at him. "Also, okay, seriously - his name is Silver like Long John Silver?"

Annie's face was saying 'come on' again, even if she wasn't using her words.

"He's John Silver, yes," Eric said, smirking. "He works on Sundays."

"Well, now I know who to track down if someone leaves a parrot in here overnight," Annie decided, because why not just go with it.

Eric snorted. "I don't think he has one but I haven't asked. He does enjoy rum?"

"Well, who doesn't?" Annie reasoned. "That's not that piratey."

"Even the squirrels here drink it," Eric said. "You've been told about the squirrels, right?"

"Uh, no, I've been told about the raccoons," Annie said, slowly. "There's a squirrel problem, too?"

A drunk squirrel problem, by the sounds of it.

"They're reporters for the daily radio broadcast," Eric said as Tiny slid another beer across the bar to Annie. "You can bribe them to go away with rum."

Thank you, Tiny. She was gonna need that.

"My landlord mentioned we're under surveillance," Annie shared, "but not what kind."

Some of those broadcasts she'd listened to now made so much more sense.

"Probably because it makes them sound insane," Eric said helpfully.

If you'd rather just drink and enjoy the DJ.

Because Viking, and therefore axes.

Longest week ever?

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