Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

Was it out of season? Yes, but greenhouses existed, and that didn't matter.

Was it...a little strange for a mid-winter special? Sure, but this was a strange town.

Moreover -- was Annie kind of already sick of watermelon, by the time she'd finished writing out the board? Yes. And this wouldn't continue beyond this one week, but -- you get a weird message about watermelon from one of your bar regulars, you take inspiration where you can.

~*Specials*~
Watermelon Martini
Watermelon Daiquiri
Watermelon Limeade

[the OCD heard about my week and decided to stay away. open!]

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[knife_bender]

Diego had gotten one odd message yesterday, but automatically assumed it came from someone who knew his siblings. So when he walked into the bar he was on the phone with who he assumed was the culprit.

"I don't care what weird shit you do with people in Baltimore, just leave me and my phone number out of it."

[sword_chocobro]

"Well," Gladio stated, brows lifted at the specials board for a moment before he settled into what was surely becoming a Gladio-shaped groove in the bar from his frequent leaning on it, "that at least answers one question."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts, of course, had no earthly idea his message regarding the watermelon had reached Annie instead of Liz. In fact, it was entirely possible the watermelon-related texts had fled his mind entirely given the letter he’d opened shortly after.

“Evening, Mrs. Hargreeves,” he greeted, a little more subdued than ususl, once his hat was tucked away in the usual spot. The tote bag that had accompanied him last time was once again slung on to the counter as well. Did you want more bread, Annie? Because you were going to be offered more bread.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer didn't make it into the Devil's Nest for Annie's shifts nearly as much as she should (for some odd, tattooed, shirtless reason), but today was definitely an exception, and she made it to the bar and instantly whined over to her super bestie with desperation.

"Annniiiiiiieee," she whimpered, with a pout, "I think I need all three watermelon specials right now, please and thank you."

[hasaknightjob]

After Steven got off work they did a switch back home, both body and clothing. Thus those with some familiarity might be able to guess that Marc was the one who showed up at Devil's Nest that night.

He made himself comfortable at the bar. As comfortable as Marc ever was, anyway.

[anomaly_research_nerd]

After missing class, and most of the phone-related nonsense, yesterday on account of very handwavey issues with Rex stuff, Connor was looking forward to a somewhat more normal finish to the day.

"I am detecting a theme here," he said with a glance toward the special's board.