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Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

It wasn't often Silver had to work on a holiday, but since this was a holiday he barely understood in the first place he didn't mind it. Sitting here drinking next to Tiny beat the craziness from last year. He let Tiny handle most of the atmospheric stuff, figuring he'd know best, but Silver did put on a little headband with pumpkins sticking out of the top, figuring that was good enough of a costume.

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"I like the look," Rey grinned, taking her seat.

"Thank you. Tiny said I should do at least one thing to celebrate since he was handling everything else," Silver said. "I figured turning into a pumpkin wouldn't be so bad."

"Apparently that was last night," Rey told him. "I think you might be safe."

"We dodged a bullet," Silver said. "I'm starting to think any Halloween celebration in this town is a trap."

"It didn't used to be. Maybe the island's going through a phase," Rey mused.

"So you think there might be a normal Halloween in our future?" he asked. "I think I preferred the inflatable reindeer."

Mostly because he liked watching her take care of them, but still.

"I think there's a chance of a normal Halloween. And I would not want to see the inflatable reindeer again, I'll say that right now."

She still had guilt.

"It would be nice to have a normal holiday," he said. "Do you want a soda or something more festive? I think Tiny made sure we had apple cider."

"I will take the cider," Rey answered. "Since we got a normal holiday this time."

"Lucky us," he said, going to get her drink. "Think it'll last?"

"It had better. All we have to do is get through your shift and then get home," she said.

"True. Only a couple hours to go," he said, setting a glass of cider in front of her. "How was work for you?"

"The gremlin was a human but still didn't talk," Rey said, accepting the drink. "So you could say it was interesting."

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Irene, still in her slinky black dress and dramatic makeup, didn't just feel like retiring to her apartment after trick-or-treating.

"What are you supposed to be? Pumpkin pirate?" she wondered, going to take a seat at the bar.

Again, kind of the problem with meeting new people on Halloween.

"I'm a pirate who is easily swayed by his coworkers," Silver said. "...I'd ask you the same question, but I don't want to presume."

She could have just liked dressing like that.

"Campy old television hostess," she said with an easy smile, though now she was giving Silver a more critical look. "Actual pirate? Really? That's a new one."

It actually wasn't. She'd just not met one before.

"How are you at martinis, Mr. Pirate?"

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"Oh, I'm great at them when I delegate the job to Tiny," Silver said, nodding over to Tiny to do just that. "I haven't had anyone surprised by me being a pirate in awhile. Almost forgot it was a novelty around here."

"I've just not been hanging around the right piratey places, it seems." Irene fluttered a little wave at Tiny (and her martini, thank you) before extending that same hand over the bar. "Irene Adler. Pleasure to meet you."

"John Silver," he said, shaking the offered hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm not surprised we haven't met yet. I'm not the most social pirate."

"Not the Long John Silver?" she asked, looking impressed. Certainly would explain the old-timeyness. "You're a famous pirate, then."

Between this and Hatter, Irene was going to absolutely deserve it the day she got asked if she meant 'the Sherlock Holmes.'

"So I've been told," he said. "I'm either recognized for that or the truly terrible restaurant."

"Oh, the restaurant is truly a blemish on your reputation," Irene assured him, teasing. "From what I understand. How does the most famous pirate in British literature find himself on this little island?"

"By accident," he replied. "Isn't that how most people end up here?"

"I think some of us end up here on purpose," Irene replied with a vague shrug. "But the island does seem to attract quite a lot of people who didn't mean to end up here. Do you have a parrot? There's a parrot in the book."

So, like, get on that.

Silver laughed. "No, I do not. I turned into a parrot once, does that count for anything?"