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Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

Everything in town was still silly but at least the rum was still there at the bar. Turned out Silver would need it during his shift as some chipmunks showed up about an hour in and wouldn't stop bothering him until he let them put braids in his hair.

Not the worst harassment he'd ever faced so he just sat there drinking while they did their thing.

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Luckily Disney owned Pirates of the Caribbean so you knew you could still get sloshed on rum.

Ignore any chittering coming from his hair.

A beast walked into a bar.

"It has been a day," Nick complained as he took a seat.

The birds seemed pretty normal to him.

"I'll bet." See, the thing was that he wasn't sure if this was a weird weekend thing or if this guy always looked like that and they've just never met. You could never be too sure on this island.

"What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, my candlestick butler got into a fight with the French maid feather duster and now nothing's getting cleaned, and the rest of my staff took sides so they're not doing anything, and I just had to get out of there for a while," Nick said. "Let me tell you, if any weird old ladies show up at your door on rainy nights, just pretend you're not home."

All right then, he was going to go with weird weekend thing.

"Noted," he said. "Can I get you a drink to help with this trying time?"

"Yes, please," Nick said, though he wasn't actually going to ask for anything in particular, oddly enough. "So what's your deal?"

Silver decided to go with beer. Though today it was all no-named ale and he had to use wooden tankards.

"You mean aside from being a bartender...?" he said, putting a tankard down in front of the guy. Of course there was a cartoonish amount of foam coming out the top otherwise how would you know it was ale?

"Yeah. You like a prince in hiding or something?"

Was this not a valid question?

"If I were a prince why would I be hiding?" He'd be off spending all his money!

"Oh, you know. Threat to your kingdom, evil stepmothers, embarrassing scandal... Take your pick, really," Nick said.

"None of the above. Just a plain bartender," he said. "I take it you're some sort of royalty with the whole servants and everything."

"Yeah. Though I'm never gonna find a princess, because..." He gestured to himself. "Beast, and all. So I'll just be stuck like this forever."

Normally he'd take a drink at that, but of course he didn't. Since he was a prince.

"Oh I'm sure you'll find a princess," he said. "Women marry strange looking men for money all of the time."

Did that help?

"First of all, ouch," Nick said. "Second of all, fair. And third of all, I don't really have the personality to make up for it."

"Well at least you are self-aware," he said. "You ever consider changing some aspects of your personality?"

"Eh. I'm already me," Nick shrugged.

Kinda looked weird with these hulking shoulders.

"Besides, sure I'm gonna be stuck a beast forever, but at least people avoid me. So that's a plus."

"And you have the talking candlestick and feather duster to keep you company." So there's that.

"Yeah..." Nick said, and paused. "Honestly I could do without all of them, but what'm I gonna do? Fire 'em? Where's a candlestick going to get a job?"

"That's a good point," he said. "See, your personality isn't all that bad."

"Thanks, man," Nick said. "Don't suppose you know any princesses...?"

Though this guy seemed like the type the runaway princess threw it all away for.

"Nope," he said immediately. "Fresh out of princesses, I'm afraid."

"Oh, yeah, I figured," Nick said, just as immediately. "Had to try, you know?"

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"I understand," he said with a nod. "I wish you luck but, really, you can try on the whole personality thing."

"Ehhhhhhhhhh..."

Effort. It was so much effort.

A little, glowing fairy came zipping into the bar, leaving a trail of pixie dust in her wake.

She stopped and landed on the bar top, hands on her hips as she considered her options. On the one hand, that was obviously a pirate, so - not ideal. On the other, she was a fairy who was on a mission, which was to get herself a drink.

So, she was just going to have to suck it up and go against her newfound fairy-related hesitation towards pirates, and wave to get his attention.

Because she was also mute. Except for the chime noise that accompanied some of her movements, somehow.

She was in luck because one of the chipmunks spotted her and tugged on Silver's hair to get his attention.

"Ow--what?" He looked down in the direction of where the chipmunk was pointing at. "Well that's new."

The little fairy waved in a more normal way, like a greeting, before fluttering over to a bottle of grenadine and pointing at it emphatically, pixie dust flying.

Yes, she would like straight grenadine, please. She was basically like a hummingbird.

Silver waved pixie dust out of his face before grabbing the bottle she was pointing at. "You know people don't usually drink this straight, right?"

Then again he wasn't really talking to a person, really.

The little fairy eyeroll she gave him was meant to indicate that she agreed with that narrative, Mr. Pirate.

She cupped her hands in front of her to show him about what size cup she was going to need. Perhaps a bottle cap? Unless he had, like, a thimble or an acorn cap handy, as those were her general preference.

"Hold on a moment." There were no thimbles or acorns handy, but the grenadine bottle had a cap that was sort of pixie sized. He managed to pour a small amount into the cap without getting it all over the bar.

"Good?"

Based on the little fluttering hop into the air, the way she clapped her hands delightedly, and the strange chime sounds coming from...somewhere - yes, that was good.

The fairy planted her feet and picked up the cap so she could take a sip of the grenadine without spilling it all over herself. It was truly a feat.

That was definitely one of the stranger things he had seen. "Well...I hope you enjoy that."

If Gaston was here this was probably where he would hang out.

Where Eric may be.

Eric was indeed back here, with fangs extended and a huge, huge cape. "I vant to suck your bloooood--" he told exactly no one as lightning crashed outside.

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