The Devil's Nest, Thursday, November 19, 2020

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Eric was still a thousand years old and completely unaware anything strange was going on--one of the benefits of sleeping the day away--until he got to the bar and saw a teenaged Tiny (who was still fairly huge) loitering around behind the bar like Eric would be fine with him serving and drinking beer.

"No," Eric said flatly. "You get to rearrange the stock room. Make sure the raccoons can't get in."

So now Eric was behind the bar having to serve humans. Ugh, today was the worst.

[OOC: OCD free!]

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[superjoanjett]

“Anyone paying attention to the news might notice that Jessica seemed to hit the bars a lot. Someone might think she was doing it to meet every single bartender in Famdom but the truth was she just drank. A lot.

So it was another night at the Devil’s Nest for her and she arrived just in time to see a teenaged Tiny hightail it to the stockroom. It only gave her a moment’s pause and a grunt before she sat down at the bar. She gave the new bartender (at least to her) a nod of acknowledgment before uttering her favorite greeting.

“Whiskey.”

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"Whiskey," Eric confirmed, reaching for a solidly mid-range bottle.

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“Bottom shelf is fine,” Jessica said noting where Eric was pulling from. “I drink in bulk. Not quality.”

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"How much bulk?" Eric asked. "Are we talking the ones labeled 'whisky' that are brewed in a bathtub?"

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“I believe one of your employees called it paint stripper but not antifreeze,” Jessica half-joked. “Bathtub is fine though. I’m Jessica and one of the reasons your profit margins are higher.”

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"Eric and thank you for your business," he said with a slightly toothy grin.

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“My pleasure,” Jessica said taking the drink, “and I’ll deny it if Lucifer asks but I’m a fan of the axe throwing range.”

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"Axe throwing ranges are a wonderful idea. I'm glad you support me on it and I will absolutely tell Lucifer you do," Eric said, beaming and giving her a very full glass of very bad whiskey.

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“No idea what you’re talking about,” Jessica smirked but was clearly appreciative of the full glass. “I will say though that Other than the axe range he speaks rather highly of you.”

Well. Not as high as himself. This was Lucifer.

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Eric laughed. "Really."

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"Well he said you were good in the sack. Coming from the devil, I assumed that was a compliment for 1,000 year old Viking vampire," Jessica said, almost smiling.

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Eric buffed his nails on his sweater. "It's all true," he said. Smugly.

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“Really. He forgot to mention how modest you are,” she joked.

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Eric laughed. "Well, when the devil is complimenting you, it's not a time to be modest."

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“Good point. Tell me. How does a 1000 year old Viking Vampire end up in a place like this?”

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"Well, I came here years ago to keep an eye on one of the students that I knew," Eric said. "She graduated and I stuck around because a vampire running a bar doesn't bother anyone here."

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"I've noticed no one seems to freak out about the devil and a vampire hanging out in a bar," Jessica noted. "Which of course goes against any horror movie I've ever seen but I'm guessing that's just all hype. Right? Or should I worry about my soul and potential blood loss?"

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"Today is hilarious," Iris carolled as she came in, looking the same as always. "The confusion ain't abidin' and it's great!"

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"So it's not just Tiny?" Eric asked.

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Shaking her head, Iris took a seat at the bar.

"Ain't anywhere near just Tiny," she confirmed. "Seems like it got most of the adults. Kids're like normal."

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"So it's an entire island of teenagers," Eric said. "That sounds like a nightmare."

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"Better than bein' one again," she said cheerily. "And they ain't allowed in here, so that's a bonus too."

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"We'll be the last hold out for terrible decisions they will then blame on raging hormones," Eric said. "What would you like to drink? I'll even get it for you."

So big of you, Eric. Truly.

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"Don't put your back out," she teased. "I need you later for axes."

A beat.

"The internet tells me that Pinnacle has chocolate whipped cream flavoured vodka."

It was a toss up whether she actually wanted it or if she just wanted to see his reaction.

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Eric's face was, indeed, a picture at that. "To drink?!"

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Iris laughed.

"Just checkin'," she said. "Can I get that sliced apple rum?"

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"You can," Eric decreed, pouring her a glass and then getting himself a Southern Comfort and True Blood.

Ew, Eric.

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Ewww, indeed.

"Thanks," she said. "Forced to man the bar tonight?"

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"Yes," Eric grumbled. "Tiny is tiny tonight."

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"At least we can still make 'im carry my plants home," she teased, sipping her rum. "Unless you've gotta be legal to do that too."

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"Oh, he is definitely available for manual labor," Eric said. "Just not liquor distribution."