The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

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Was pollen week the entire reason Eric was still on this island? Well, no, but it definitely played a part!

The lights in the Devil's Nest was dimmed even more than usual tonight--the entire place seemed to be made up of dark corners--and the drinks were strong for those who needed that sort of an additional excuse to act on urges.

Eric, shirtless and in his tightest pair of leather pants, didn't need a drink to enjoy himself thoroughly tonight, and Tiny was not judging anyone.

[OOC: Open! Eric's easy.]

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[single_man_tear]

So far the highlight of Dean's day was chasing a rabbit for an insane one-eyed woman.

After that experience? A drink was definitely in order. He walked and of course immediately noted the dim lights and the shirtless bartender.

So it was one of those bars. Hey, at least there was no karaoke.

"Whiskey, please," Dean said taking a seat at the bar. "Annnnd... yeah just another Whiskey."

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Like Eric would deign to serve a human a drink. As if. He would, however, give him a slow smirk and a quick once-over. "Hello. Tiny, get the man his drink."

[single_man_tear]

"Tiny?" Dean said looking over at the bartender serving the drink and scoffed. "Man, I'd hate to know why you have that name."

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"Especially this week," Eric said with another smirk.

[single_man_tear]

"Is he having a bad week?" Dean asked oh-so-obliviously.

Yes, he had noticed a certain "spring in his step". He just figured he was being extra Deanish than usual.

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Eric looked absolutely delighted by this reponse. "You're new!" he said with a slightly toothy smile. "Welcome. You picked the best week to arrive. I'm Eric. I own this bar."

[single_man_tear]

"Nice to meet you," Dean said holding his hand out for a handshake. "I'm Dean Winchester and I drink. A lot."

And then a previous conversation percolated in his head. "You're the vampire, right?"

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"I am," Eric said, nodding and sipping from his vodka. "Word gets around?"

[single_man_tear]

"People are very friendly here and happy to volunteer information," Dean said with a nod. "Also that you and a guy named Lucifer bicker like an old married couple."

Not that's a bad thing. Dean and Sam have been told that several hundred times.

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Eric wrinkled up his nose. "Lucifer wishes he could marry as well as me."

[single_man_tear]

"Is it the leather pants? Does it bring all the fallen angels to the yard?"

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"Oh, they bring everyone," Eric said modestly. "My ass looks amazing."

[single_man_tear]

Dean looked over the bar to give it a cursory look. "Well there's little left to the imagination, I'll give you that."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

When you agreed to start as friends again with your high school girlfriend during pollen week, the best thing to do was add alcohol.

But really, time to talk was actually probably for the best, and so Sabine was taking a seat at the bar.

[unusual_sith]

Lana followed her in and pulled up the next stool, looking at the bottles behind the bar. "I prefer whisky these days. You?"

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"Same," Sabine nodded. "Sometimes I'll get something colorful if I feel like it. This is probably not the week for that."

[unusual_sith]

"I think this is the week for lots of things, but whisky sounds good." Lana flagged down Tiny and ordered one for each of them. "I'm still amazed by how many different ones Earth has."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"And yet I usually take whichever one the bartender gives me," Sabine said. "Apparently I'm not picky."

[unusual_sith]

Lana laughed. "I've been working my way through them, mostly. There are a few I really like, and a lot I find passable. There's a Japanese one that's close to Corellian, if you like that."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Maybe if there's a second drink, you introduce me to that," Sabine suggested.

[unusual_sith]

"And what does it take for there to be a second drink?" Lana asked.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Enough conversation to finish the first," she said lightly.

[unusual_sith]

Lana grinned. "I do love a good conversation. Tell me, how is the art going? Have you painted anything new lately?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"My apartment," Sabine nodded. "I've gotten about half of it done now."

It was killing her not to say the thing that logically followed that.

[unusual_sith]

And Lana would also valiantly not say it!

"What's your theme? Or is it abstract?"