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Devil's Nest, Saturday Night

Things were quiet as Allie made her way to the Devil's Nest. Tiny had a glass of cheap tequila and was muttering quietly about evil reindeer. Knowing how these things worked, Allie could only assume Team White Hat had saved the day while she was sleeping. Sometimes being a creature of the night has its drawbacks.

The bar was open and the bartender was disappointed.

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Faye had, naturally, spent the day huddled in her (currently furniture-free) apartment and clutching her Glock in one hand and cigarette after cigarette in the other. Her nerves had only gotten worse after the earthquake.

It had taken several hours before she'd been confident enough that things had settled down outside before she'd ventured out, and of course she was going to go to the bar. Of course.

"Glad to see you're in one piece," she greeted Allie as she stuck her gun back in its holster and took a seat at the bar, actually even kind of begrudgingly meaning it. She had no idea what the hell had been going on for the last week, but at least the bar was still standing, too.

"Same," Allie replied. "I take it I missed a big battle today."

"So I'm gathering," Faye shrugged. "There was an earthquake or something for sure. I just kind of holed up and waited it out." Like the adorable little coward she totally was.

"Wise move if fighting isn't your thing. There's more then enough people around here who are happy to fight if it comes to it." She gestured towards the bar. "What can I get you to celebrate surviving your first encounter with bad island weirdness?" As opposed to the regular island weirdness.

"Let's go with some of that, neat," Faye decided, pointing to a bottle of mid-quality whiskey. "I can fight, if I have to," she added, patting her Glock. "I just...would really rather let someone else."

It messed up her hair, to start with. And she usually got her hands dirty.

One whiskey neat, coming up. Allie poured and placed the glass in front of Faye.

"I'd happily be the someone else. If the fight takes place after sunset. I slept through whatever happened today."

"Well," Faye told her, lifting her glass in a little toast, "if it's not actually done yet and this is just the calm before the storm, I'm getting back there behind the bar and you can be my hero, okay?"

"That sounds like a plan," Allie agreed. "So other than avoiding candy cane sharks, creepy snow angels and all the other demented holiday stuff, what have you been up to?"

"I got an apartment," Faye said, making it sound - like she had with actually gaining real employment - like an admission of something instead of a normal thing to do. "I picked a real good week to put down some roots here, let me tell you what."

"I can only imagine the lava rivers made it hard to haul boxes in from IKEA," she laughed.

"What's an IKEA?" Faye asked interestedly, leaning her elbows on the bar.

Yeah, no, she'd hauled in the blanket and pillow she'd stashed on the Red Tail and had been sleeping on the floor all week. Faye was kind of just glad she had a fridge to chill her vodka, this week, at the rate things had been going.

"It's a store that's filled with all sorts of decent furniture at a reasonable price." Somewhere off-island Mike Lane twitched. "I got most of the stuff in my place from there. The biggest problem is that you have to put it together."

Faye's brow furrowed. "Like some kind of lumberjack or something?"

Faye was incorrect both about IKEA furniture and about what lumberjacks actually did, all at the same time. It took talent to be that uninformed about basic things!

Allie was equally uninformed about lumberjacks. Burly men cutting down trees weren't really a thing in the Fringe where she grew up.

"You get what you pay for. If you want to pay more, you can get it assembled, but I like a challenge."

She wasn't going to mention that it took her three days to assemble her simple bed frame. Stupid pictograph instructions.

"Yeah, no, I like things cheap." Like, free, preferably, and now Faye was wondering how hard it would be to rip off an IKEA.

(It would be very hard. Even Faye knew she couldn't just walk out with a bedframe in her purse.)

"Though putting it together sounds kind of fun. I bet I could find a guy to do it for me," she decided airily, as though hot, willing furniture-assembling dudes were just roaming IKEA and waiting for some high-maintenance girl to select them for service.

"You probably could. Especially if you offered pizza and beer," Allie said. "I'd offer suggestions of who to ask but somehow I can't picture Eric or Lucifer putting together furniture."

"Lucifer I don't know," Faye admitted, "but Eric - like, blond guy in leather pants, right?" He probably occasionally wore different pants but, you know, you remembered what you remembered about a person. "I mean, that guy alone is a reason to get myself a bed, seriously."

Faye was not what one would call 'shy.'

"This whole place is full of hotties," she added, gesturing broadly. "Like that's kind of the best thing about the island, if you ask me." Not that she'd taken advantage of it beyond looking, but for real. It was a good place to people-watch.

"That's Eric, yes. He leaves an impression." Of course knowing what Eric was meant Allie had a different perspective. But still, she wasn't blind. "He's also a vampire. So his stamina is definitely up there."

"This island is full of beautiful people. Which is both nice and also really annoying when the island gets everyone hot and bothered."

Okay so Faye was just going to file away that stamina comment, yes, because that sure was good to know. "The island does what now?" Because, like, she did not need an excuse. Faye lived her life in a perpetual state of feeling like she was never getting enough sex, ever.

"It's another bit of the island weirdness," Allie said, leaning against the bar. "I don't know if it's done it lately, but the last time I was here there was this week where everyone's sex drive got all revved up. It made things awkward when I started checking out the ass of one of my best friends."

"But it affects everyone?" Faye checked. "Like, that actually sounds kind of promising. Like if everyone's doped up on love potion, sounds like chances of rejection are pretty slim."

Always an opportunist, this one.

"Everyone," she nodded. "Last time we wound up having a party." Allie smiled because that was a particularly pleasant memory. "People paired off and well...I think the phrase is scratched an itch."

"Sounds like a hell of a party." They should just have a party like that anyway, but yeah, itch-scratching seemed like a fair reason to do it. "You wouldn't happen to remember roughly what time of year this happened last time, would you?"

She needed to buy a calendar, just to keep track of important things like this.

"It wasn't as wild as the party last week." There hadn't been any Jello shots involved. "People were more interested in flirting. When it happened? I think in the Spring. Because the island has a really, twisted sense of humor."

"It's weird that the island would be invested in our sex lives," Faye decided. "And that it has a sense of humor."

She kind of just accepted that, now, having dealt with the candy canes and assorted nonsense while just trying to live her damn life all week.

Look out Faye, soon you were going to be as jaded as a long-term island resident. "It is. But at the same time, it's never boring."

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