The Devil's Nest, Monday Evening

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"Tiny, I swear to something that if you are wearing the Hooter shorts again next week, I will set you on fire," Eric said, glaring at his employee in his crime-against-eyes ensemble

Tiny didn't look that worried.

The Devil's Nest was open! Eric was in a Mood.

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[stykera]

"Doesn't he get cold?" Stark wondered as he walked in.

Eric in tiny shorts would be appreciated by all audiences. Tiny in tiny shorts, not so much.

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"I hope so," Eric said. "Maybe that will teach him not to wear those horrible things."

[stykera]

"Is he doing it just to bother you?"

Seemed likely.

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"Probably," Eric said. "It's a quick way to a short life."

[stykera]

Were we sure Tino and Tiny were actually mortals though?

"Remind me not to wear shorts," Stark said mildly. "Not that I would. It's not warm!"

And, you now, he wouldn't wear those shorts anyway.

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"And those are not flattering," Eric said, "on him. They looked amazing on me."

[stykera]

"Of course they did," Stark said.

He'd seen your legs, Eric. And the rest of you!

"I'm not sure anyone ought to wear them though."

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"Some of the mysteriously appearing Hooters staff made it look okay," Eric allowed. "Not Tiny, though."

[stykera]

"I didn't see them," Stark said. "Idon't think I missed much."

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"You missed some halfway decent wings, but other than that, no," Eric said.

[stykera]

"Chicken wings?" Stark checked. Because this island was this island and really it could mean anything.

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"Probably," Eric said, smirking. "That's what the package said."