Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

"I do not want to see the pictures of the kid you and that barista had this weekend," Eric told Tiny. "Not even a little."

He took his vodka and sat down at the bar. Tiny, at least, would be more sympathetic if people were missing their hypothetical children tonight.

The Devil's Nest was open.

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[texted3times]

"Were the rest of you as discombobulated by the news?" Eric wondered.

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio snorted. "Yeah," he confirmed, "you could definitely say that. Hell, even the kids were, so at least it wasn't one sided. Ignis being blind, Prompto with a whole 'nother family. Noct and Lunafreya being dead. Pretty big mind fuck all around."

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"Tiny, get him another drink," Eric ordered.

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio snorted a laugh, shaking his head, and lift a hand. "No, it's fine, Tiny," he said. "I'm good. I got work in the morning."

[texted3times]

"Ehh, but it's the gym," Eric teased. "You can sweat it out."