The Devil's Nest, Monday, August 15, 2021

[texted3times]

Eric was at the bar tonight, enjoying a Manhattan expertly poured by Tiny and relaxing.

Tiny was creating an elaborate three-dimensional castle made entirely out of cocktail olives in a cabinet under the bar.

Eric was very much ignoring that.

The Devil's Nest was open!

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[hasaknightjob]

Marc came in and made his way to the bar. Where he then stared at what Tiny was doing. "None for me, thanks."

[texted3times]

"Olives are delightful," Eric said, "though not, perhaps, in architectural form."

[hasaknightjob]

"I don't want to know why, do I?" Marc said, meaning why Tiny was doing the sculpture in the first place. He had nothing against olives as a concept.

[texted3times]

"I certainly haven't asked," Eric admitted.

[hasaknightjob]

"Not the weirdest thing that's happened in this place," Marc said. He meant the island but it probably applied to the bar as well.

[pocketpretzels]

"Mr. Spector," Watts greeted. "Evening." Yes, context clues provided by Steven meant he'd been reasonably sure who this was even when all he could see was the back of Marc's head, but as he'd approached his suspicions were confirmed, noting those differences in posture, dress, and expression.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc shot Watts a curious look. "Do you need him?"

Sure Eric and Tiny were right there, but that was a generic enough question not to be concerned about.

[pocketpretzels]

"At this precise moment?" Watts shook his head. "I do not. As a matter of fact, it was your company I was seeking."

[hasaknightjob]

The curious look was not going away. "Something wrong?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's partners were having a date night of their own and had also taken her home with them out on the water, so... Somehow she ended up here, as if she didn't have enough nights of the week to have a reason to be at the club as it was.

She also did that thing where she just made her way behind the bar to fix her own drink. As you do.

[texted3times]

"Don't tip over the olive house," Eric said dryly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eyebrows went up, a little. "The -- right."

Yeah, she saw it now. She also looked like she had questions, but...

"Yeah, I'm not going to ask."

[texted3times]

"Me either," Eric said very firmly. "Because then he'll explain and it will make absolutely nothing better. I'll just have another Manhattan instead."

[pocketpretzels]

Was it the usual night Watts made it to the bar? Nope. And yet, here he was anyway. Hat carefully deposited onto one of the axe holders before he sat down at the bar.

"That seems unsanitary," he commented, watching Tiny create his masterpiece. "Please tell me none of those are being used in the drinks." Watts, you regularly ate food from crime scenes. You don't get to comment on what's unsanitary.

[texted3times]

"I will absolutely tell you that," Eric said.

Whether it was true...eh. Probably.

[pocketpretzels]

"Hm. I think I will avoid anything with an olive garnish all the same. How about a Merlot?" Watts asked.

[texted3times]

"Tiny, get the man his merlot," Eric said, waving lazily at the bartender.

The wine arrived olive-free.

[solo_sword]

Jaina was here with the kids for the week, so tonight they were with a babysitter, and tonight she was coming in to say hello.

"Hey, stranger."

[texted3times]

"Holy shit," Eric said, standing up to hug her. "I haven't seen you in forever."

[solo_sword]

"I've been around, but mostly daytime," she said, going to hug him back. "I doubt your hours have changed."

[texted3times]

"Because I enjoy not catching fire and dying," Eric said with a grin. "It's good to see you."

[ohvalleyofpenis]

"Is this a case of boredom or is it to be an attraction to lure in more patronage?" Jaskier asked, eyeing the castle with concern.

[texted3times]

"I didn't realize it would be the draw it is," Eric admitted with a chuckle. "So strange."

[ohvalleyofpenis]

"Now just imagine if he continued this... pyramid? Is it a pyramid?"

It was a castle, Jaskier. You just hurt Tiny's feelings with that.

[texted3times]

"Castle, I think," Eric said. "I'm kind of waiting for the damsel olive with long lemon peel hair."