The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

There was a carnival thing in town, like there had been last year. Lucifer may have gone to harrass everyone in the booths just to entertain himself, but no. He had more important things to do.

Specifically, negotiating the purchase of a club on the mainland.

"Look, I already agreed on the price, I don't know why you need my assurances about the presence, or lack thereof, of blood stains on the floorboards. Who do you think I am? Some kind of thousand-year-old Viking vampire?"

He leaned back against the counter and motioned at Tiny for a fresh drink.

"Oh, she was twelve hundred years old and from Romania. Apologies. I'm still not one."

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