The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

Eric was back from Never You Mind Now having finished his important business that he would also not be telling anyone about and definitely hadn't involved murder. Probably. As far as you know. Which you don't because this is all narrative. Ha.

He walked into the bar to the sight of Tiny with a sledgehammer, the music system in pieces, and "Cotton-Eyed Joe" still blasting through the speaker system.

Eric heaved a theatrical sigh (because he didn't breathe). "Right. I'll just find an exorcist."

The Devil's Nest was open, the drinks were strong, and the music was. Well. Awful.