The Devil's Nest, Monday night

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Eric's beloved club was back and not burned down. Was he a little sad that he'd been inside and not joining in on the Walmart looting? Yes, yes he was, especially now that Tiny wouldn't shut up about Tino's amazing new flatscreen television.

"You know you can stop wearing the Hooters shorts now, right?" he asked tiredly, sipping his vodka.

Of all the things he'd heard in his very, very long life, Tiny waxing poetic about the breezes he was getting through his Hooter shorts was right up there.

The Devil's Nest was open. Come. Drink.

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"Oh, good," said Gladio, settling back into his usual spot at the bar even though it oddly felt like it'd been a while, "I didn't miss out on the shorts."

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"Lucky you," Eric said wryly.

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"Not quite," Gladio snorted. "Where's yours?"

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"My shorts?" Eric asked. "Burned 'em."

He had to burn something.

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"Putting a new meaning to 'hot pants,' huh?" asked Gladio, completely unapologetic and looking far too pleased with himself.

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"I'm ashamed I didn't think of that joke first," Eric said.

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Oh look. A phone call!

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"Definitely not Hooters," Eric answered, "this is Eric."

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"Please tell me the bar is back to normal."

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"Well, it's not a Hooters any more," Eric said. "Tiny's still here, so it's not normal."

[my_own_advocate]

"Tiny is part of the usual-- abnormal," Lucifer sighed. "Right. Well. That's a relief."

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"He's still wearing the shorts," Eric said.

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"Well," Lucifer said. "That's unfortunate."