The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

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Eric was back from his week-long trip to New Orleans, which explained (...sort of) the shiny, shiny silver pants (shirtlessly. It was humid as hell.) he was wearing tonight. It didn't explain Tiny's booty shorts and vest ensemble and Eric was, frankly, not interested in learning more about Tiny's fashion choices that evening, so he was sipping a Sazerac, avoiding talking to Tiny, and remembering why he didn't drink Sazerac.

Ugh. Absinthe.

The Devil's Nest was open!

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[carbsliftthespirit]

"Eric!" Raiden boomed as he walked in the door. "I told you I remembered where the bar was! Haha, as if I could forget..." Oh, Eric wasn't wearing a shirt.

That was just unfair.

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Eric grinned toothily and waved. "Hello, Raiden."

[carbsliftthespirit]

They were some very nice teeth...

Oh, right. Words. "Should I take off my shirt?"

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"Yes," Eric said promptly. Because that was always the correct answer, according to Eric.

[carbsliftthespirit]

And the shirt was gone, because Raiden did so hate to be off theme.

The hat was still firmly on his head.

"How's that? Better?"

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"Much," Eric said approvingly, smiling.

He would ignore the hat and focus on the chest.

[carbsliftthespirit]

It was a very nice chest. Very broad. "Oh, good," Raiden said with a grin. "I aim to please. Is that a Sazerac?" Eric, why would you do that to yourself?

Just kidding, Raiden would drink anything, but seriously, though, why?

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio came in, as usual, and took in Eric's silvery pants and Tiny's booty shorts, and then considered his own black leather.

"I feel like I missed a memo."

But at least he had the shirtlessness down!

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"No memo," Eric assured him. "Tiny has declared it Booty Short Monday for himself and I refused to ask follow-up questions."

[sword_chocobro]

"Sometimes," said Gladio, with an agreeing nod, "great art is just best left unquestioned."

Said with his own pointed look toward Eric's own shiny, shiny pants.

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Eric leaned over to assess Tiny's ass. "Acceptable art at most."

[sword_chocobro]

"I'll definitely take the connoisseur's word on that one," Gladio deferred with another nod. "How've you been, Eric?"

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"Good," Eric said. "In New Orleans for a work thing."

[okteiviakom]

"... Of course you're shirtless."

This was Octavia's lack of surprise.

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"Well, it's hot," Eric said, smiling, "and I missed Pride."

[okteiviakom]

"I wasn't told that was part of it."

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"I have the right to ogle oiled, shirtless people," Eric said, nodding.

[okteiviakom]

"Well, then you didn't miss anything, because there weren't any at the festival."

No, she hadn't gone to the parade, so she couldn't speak to whatever that had been like.

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"That is a crime against hotness," Eric declared. "Have you seen the people here? I will write a letter to the mayor."

[stykera]

The pants were very distracting, Eric. But then so was Eric's torso. Everything about Eric was distracting.

"You're very shiny tonight," Stark said. "Hello, Eric."

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His shiny pants brought all the boys to the yard! And Octavia! "Stark," he replied with a smirk. "Hello."

[stykera]

If you couldn't appreciate shirtless men in shiny pants during the waning days of Pride, when could you?

"I like the pants," Stark said.

Much more than Tiny's outfit, obviously.

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Well, Tiny didn't pull it off with the same aplomb.

"Thank you," Eric preened, stretching in completely unnecessary ways.

[stykera]

The vest was a nice touch though.

Stark grinned at that stretching. He could look, especially when these things were being done for his benefit.

"How are you? Besides shiny and shirtless?"

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"Do I need to be anything other than shiny and shirtless?" Eric teased.