The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

Eric had, in general, moved past most of his issues. (The ones neatly labeled "WITCHES" and "WEREWOLVES" over in the corner of his office were tasteful and, let's be honest, practically cliché given who he was. The sparkly one labeled "Sookie" was not up for discussion.) He'd gotten to work mostly unscathed by whatever this was, and then he went out into the main area.

Every damn piece of luggage was olive shaped, including the "TAKES A JOKE WAY PAST THE POINT WHERE IT'S FUNNY" bag Tiny was frantically shoving into the walk-in fridge.

"Drink," Eric said, rubbing his forehead. "Big one. Keep them coming."

The Devil's Nest was open. Unfortunately.

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[fates_jaye]

"All right, let's get drunk," Jaye said, ignoring the tiny little purses with "CRAZY" dropping behind her as she walked in, like it was following her around.

[texted3times]

"What would you like?" Eric asked, "Other than 'yes' and 'strong'?"

[fates_jaye]

"You might as well just give me shots of the closest bottle," Jaye said. "Take all the guesswork out of it."

[texted3times]

Enjoy that grass flavored vodka Tiny plunked down with no small amount of glee and an olive-shaped 'Kind of an Asshole' accompanying bag.

"Done," Eric said.

[stykera]

Stark noted those bags. He had one of his own marked 'It Wasn't Just An Act.'

"I hope the drink helps." He hoped drinks were going to help both of them.

[fates_jaye]

"Drinks. Plural."

They'd help if it killed her.

[stykera]

"Drinks," Stark said agreeably. "I hope they help, then."

Pastries earlier had helped him. He was pretty sure a drink or three would as well.

[stykera]

Stark's baggage count had only increased as the day went on at the clinic. He'd tried to leave some behind. It had just kept appearing in new places. 'Abandonment Issues' had just reappeared. Again.

He sighed and walked up to the bar, shoving one of his smaller bags off the bartop before taking a seat.

"Drinks. Please."

[texted3times]

"With olives?" Eric asked dryly.

[stykera]

"Were the olives already used in sculptures?" Stark asked. "I don't really want ones Tiny has been playing with."

[texted3times]

Ignore that 'Makes Everything Dirty' handbag that had just come on in, Stark, as Eric smirked. "Probably."

[needsacatchphrase]

Well, today sure was a thing, wasn't it? Jane had woken up in her new apartment to a phone call from Darcy and a very lovely steamer trunk labeled 'stage four' that she had to smash with Mjolnir, only for it to, almost as a taunt, come right back.

She hurled that one into the ocean.

And now she was at the bar! The first one she found on her way back from yeeting luggage into the water.

"Olives?" she went with instead of a drink order.

[texted3times]

"So many goddamned olives," Eric said. "Hello there."

You, he would've remembered. "Welcome."

[needsacatchphrase]

It was the arms, wasn't it? Or maybe the cape?

"Hi," she replied, definitelynot immune to tall, blonde, and viking adjacent. "I should go easy because I don't know my alcohol tolerance anymore."

It was high, Jane. Very high.

"But today makes me think a very strong drink."

That she would not enjoy with the same gusto as, say, Valkyrie.

[texted3times]

The height didn't hurt either!

"We have extremely strong drinks here," Eric assured her. "Vodka? Tequila?"

[stykera]

That was a new face, so Stark gave a tired if friendly nod to Jane.

"Best not to question the olives. Or eat them."

And ignore all those bags surrounding the alien. So many bags.

[needsacatchphrase]

"Are they that bad?" Jane asked, actually sort of used to the occasional alien after staying in New Asgard for a bit.

[stykera]

"They may have been used by Tiny in art projects," Stark said.

They almost certainly had been. Where was a health inspector when you needed one?

"You're new?" She almost certainly was but there were still a few not new people Stark had managed not to meet.

The trunk with the very large number on it had reappeared and Stark just sighed and put his feet up on it.

[fates_jaye]

"Nice arms," Jaye greeted her.

What.

[needsacatchphrase]

"Why, thank you," Jane said, rolling with it. "Nice hair."

It was Jane's actual shade! The blonde was just hammer magic.

[fates_jaye]

"Thanks. New, huh?"

She stood out.

[itsananomaly]

Cutter desperately needed a drink, as more bags had kept appearing through the day and his apartment was starting to get rather crowded.

Then another large suitcase with ‘Stephen and Helen’ appeared because apparently it was too much to ask to forget about that little revelation.

“Scotch,” he said as he came up to the bar, “please,” he added.

[texted3times]

Tiny brought over the scotch. Eric saluted him with his vodka.

[itsananomaly]

“Cheers,” Cutter sighed as he took the scotch and returned the salute to Eric with his own glass before he started to drink it.

He ignored the suitcase that appeared with ‘runs away from problems’.

[texted3times]

Well, as long as it didn't say "starts bar fights after drinking scotch", Eric didn't really care. "There's more where that came from."

Well, from Tiny. Eric didn't serve humans.