The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

"Stop eating the bar!" Eric barked as he came into the room.

Tiny jumped back, looking guilty.

"You know what has been on that bar," Eric continued, settling into his usual spot and grabbing a bottle of vodka. "You're going to sprout another arm or something and our health insurance does not cover that."

The Devil's Nest was open!

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[okteiviakom]

"What's health insurance?"

No, of course she didn't know.

[texted3times]

"Someone not me who pays for your doctor," Eric said.

Even with eternity before him he still didn't have enough time to learn about health insurance.

[okteiviakom]

"So... Lucifer."

[texted3times]

"Sure," Eric said. "I don't think he pays for Tiny, though."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't help a quick glance Tiny's way. "He might." A beat. "Probably doesn't, though, yeah."

Sorry, Tiny.

[texted3times]

"I think I've been covering it from before Lucifer was even here," Eric said.

[okteiviakom]

"Doesn't sound very 'not you'," Octavia felt compelled to point out, while gesturing for Tiny to bring her a drink.

[texted3times]

"I think it's part of the employment contract," Eric said. "Pam takes care of that for me."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head tilted slightly. "Should I know who Pam is?"

[texted3times]

"She's my business manager in Louisiana," Eric said. "She takes care of the boring things."