The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

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Eric had spent the last few weeks in Louisiana and was remembering again why he didn't go to Louisiana in July.

The air conditioning was cranked to "comfortable for penguins" levels, Eric was drinking a frozen margarita, and Tiny was wearing a turtleneck sweater that did nothing for his figure.

Just another Monday at the Devil's Nest. The bar was open!

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Dean walked into the bar and swore he saw his breath fog up when he exhaled.

"I'm not complaining," he said heading for the bar. "But I feel like I should go home and get my flannel shirt to stay here."

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Eric snorted. "I'd rather be cold than hot," he said.

And yet he moved to Louisiana on purpose. Eric contained multitudes.

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“No argument from me,” Dean agreed. “I’ve been done with the all the heat here for weeks now. Just a cool breeze seems too much for the world to offer right now.”

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"I just came back from a trip to Louisiana," Eric said, "because I'm a fucking moron."

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“There’s positive aspects to Louisiana,” Dean said with a shrug. “Gumbo. Po boy sandwiches. Beignets. Of course I wouldn’t want them in the summer.”

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"In summer there are also sorority girls in tiny shorts," Eric countered, grinning.

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“Okay. Keep talking,” Dean said signaling Tiny for a drink.

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Eric laughed. "My other bar--Fangtastia--is hugely popular with the bachelorette crowd."

There were so many Woo Girls, Dean. So many.

"I saw a lot of tiny shorts over two weeks."

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Dean let out a sigh. “Yeah. That sounds like a sight to see. Too bad I’m off the market these days because that would have been a fun field trip.”

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"There's no harm in enjoying the view," Eric said with a little smirk.

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“Yeah but sometimes someone comes along and-“

Dean frowned.

“Never mind. Sounds corny when you say it out loud.”

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"Extremely," Eric agreed, looking even more amused. "Someone here?"

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Dean grinned, leaning in slightly. "Yeah, you could say that. Jane Foster—yep, the Jane Foster. So, I’m kind of spoken for by a literal genius and... you know. A freaking god of thunder."