Devil's Nest, Monday Night

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Eric came in and was pleased to see that the sand hadn't returned.

He was less pleased to see that the tiki hut was now entirely covered in cocktail umbrellas. "How long did that take you?"

Tiny rumbled an answer.

"I am judging your choices," Eric told him, snagging a Tru Blood from the fridge under the bar, and went over to the ax range to sulk.

The Devil's Nest was open!

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[sword_chocobro]

"Aww, that looks great, Tiny. Great use of color. How long did that take you?"

What? It was nonperishable, therefor within the acceptable parameters for encouragement, and Tiny not only made his drinks on Monday but was also his third favorite bartender around here.

"Well, it shows. Keep up the good work."

Followed by a nod toward the axe range and the expectation of more sulking.

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Eric would say he'd moved into brooding, which was much cooler. Eric was incorrect.

"Gladio," he said, nodding.

[sword_chocobro]

"Eric," Gladio said, nodding back, after thankinng Tiny for his drink (with umbrella) and making his way over to the axe range.

With maybe a little bit of a lingering glance of interest toward the axes in general. Sure, he was practically a dyed-in-the-wool sword guy, bit who didn't appreciate a hood ace every once in a while?

"How's it going?"

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"Well, we're all decked out for Pride," Eric said dryly. "I'm good."

[sword_chocobro]

"Well," Gladio snorted into his drink a little, "good to hear. Thought for maybe a second there you were having a bad night."

What with all the very cool brooding, and all.

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"I'm recovering," Eric proclaimed. "How have you been?"

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"Just hang in there, man," Gladio said, encouragingly. "You'll get through it. And I'm good."

Then there was a faint grin as he amended that answer, just a smidge. "Real good, actually. Learned dome Tai Chi last night; I think it's really going to help my yoga."

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Eric arched an eyebrow. "Really. Doing a lot of late night yoga?"

He was 80 percent convinced it was a euphemism.

[sword_chocobro]

Yeah, Gladio knew who he was talking to, so he kind of figured.

"No, it was the Tai Chi at night," he clarified, helpfully. "The yoga's on Thursday in the morning."

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"I didn't realize we'd been overrun by 80 year old Chinese ladies," Eric said with a grin. "Or that you did Tai Chi."

[sword_chocobro]

"Now, that's an invasion I might actually feel a little bad about clearing out," Gladio said, thinking that he could at least probably withstand a good beating with a walker for a while. "And I didn't, until last night. But I kinda liked it, thinking maybe of picking it up. You ever give it a try?"

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"Oh, they're wiley," Eric said with a nod. "And no, I haven't tried it. Martial arts aren't really my thing."