The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

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Eric was back in the Devil's Nest, lounging in front of the bar while Tiny tried to sell him on the virtues of pumpkin spice vodka.

"No," Eric said, holding his glass of plain, normal vodka, close to his chest. "Absolutely fucking not."

The Devil's Nest was open and not ready for the autumn yet, and not ready for pumpkin spice vodka ever.

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"Eric," Gladio nodded as he settled into his usual spot for his remaining shirtless night of the week at the bar (for the time being, anyeay), and then he offered a nod up Tiny's way, too. "Tiny. How's it going tonight?"

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"I've been reminded that pumpkin spice vodka exists," Eric said. "Things have been better."

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And now you had Gladio wondering if they made a Pumpkin Spice Cup Noodle^TM. What have you DONE, Eric??

"....oh, yeah, it's coming up on that time of year again, isn't it?"

Which means it was coming up on when he'd wound up back on the island.

Now there was a thought to save them all from Pumpkin Spice Cup Noodle^TM.

"Huh."

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"Are you part of the pumpkin cult?" Eric asked.

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"There's a cult?" asked Gladio, brows lifted.

But sorry, PSL, Gladio's soul already belonged to glorious Cup Noodle^TM.

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"A benevolent cult, as far as I can tell," Eric said, nodding.

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"Oh, that thing is back."

And so was Octavia. Coincidence?

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Eric smiled. "If it all disappears on your shift, I won't be upset about it."

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"Not all of it," Octavia said, conveniently not commenting on the unsaid 'some of it'. "Guessing you're not a fan?"

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Eric wrinkled his nose. "Not at all, but everything in this bar isn't suited to my tastes, superior as they are."

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"You drink blood."

Just... pointing that out. Flatly.

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"But not with cinnamon in it," Eric countered.

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"I don't think that makes a difference."

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"It makes a difference to me," Eric said with a nod.

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Octavia snorted. It was dry, but still.

"Anyway, I'm not getting a shot of that right now," she informed him, as if he'd been wondering. She was also slipping behind the bar to fix her own drink, as usual. "Not really in a vodka mood."

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"What kind of mood are you in?" Eric asked.