Devil's Nest, Monday, September 12, 2022

[texted3times]

Eric came into the bar still looking a little smug from his successful date on Saturday.

Well. "Date."

He slouched into a bar stool and glanced over at Tiny who was sipping something with evident enjoyment. "What are you drinking?"

Tiny rumbled an answer.

"Tino's homemade malort," Eric repeated. "Pass."

The Devil's Nest was open. Don't drink the malort.

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[texted3times]

"Fallen angels," Eric said. "Basically. We didn't do a lot of talking. He's drinking blood?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Wouldn't that make him one of you?" Marc asked.

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Eric waggled his hand. "He can go outside in the daytime, so not really?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Got it," Marc said. He sipped his drink thoughtfully. "Guess that explains the height."

In Marc's experience divine beings tended to be tall so, yanno. Angels probably counted, fallen or not.

[texted3times]

Eric nodded. "Nephilim translates at giant, sometimes."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc didn't care personally but, yanno, one guy to another. "So like all around or...?"

[texted3times]

Eric looked very smug.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc naturally had to salute with his drink again. "Couldn't happen to a nicer vampire."

Marc knew exactly one vampire personally but still.

[texted3times]

"This is very true," Eric agreed. "How have you been?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Dealing with other people's shit," Marc replied. Which was turning into the story of his life.

Some people called this "having friends" but, you know. It was Marc. It was a big step he was saying it simply as an answer to Eric's question, not as a complaint.

"I'd say it's calmed down but I've learned that jinxes things around here." Reminded, Marc looked at Eric curiously. "Did you deal with that... luggage thing? Did we talk about that?"

[texted3times]

"Well, the day the luggage hit was when Tiny decided to get artistic with olives for a week," Eric said, pursing his lips. "It was a lot."

[hasaknightjob]

"I don't think I remember that," Marc said, after taking a moment. "Don't take it personal. My memory is a freaking mess."

[texted3times]

"Well, don't let Tiny hear that or he'll get re-inspired and we do not need another Olive de Milo around here."

[hasaknightjob]

"I'd say he needs to be busier making drinks but - " Marc looked dubiously at the malort, which he didn't know that Tino had made.

[texted3times]

"He's created cocktails," Eric said. "Tiny's creativity needs another outlet."

[hasaknightjob]

"Maybe he should've gone on some three minute dates," Marc said.

Marc, the man was right there. For all you know he's married.

[texted3times]

Eric made a little yikes face. "I'm not sure I'm prepared to watch Tiny put the moves on anyone."

[hasaknightjob]

"They make you watch the dates?" Marc asked. He didn't judge anybody else's kink but that seemed... boring, frankly.

[texted3times]

"Well, no, but sometimes my attention wandered," Eric said. "Not all of my dates looked like Raiden."

[hasaknightjob]

"Takes a lot to make people look ugly in this town," Marc said, by way of agreeing Raiden skewed the curve. "Anything interesting happen? Besides the angel?"

[texted3times]

Eric grinned. "Not that I saw."