The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Octavia told Tiny she wouldn't be trying any creme de menthe stuff this week, either. Off his surprised look, she shrugged, and said, "Just a hunch."

With that cleared up (and threat avoided), she settled down to work at getting inventory organized, setting clean glasses where they were supposed to go...

And maybe googling around on her phone for some potential future purchases. It happened. And since it would likely benefit one club host, it was technically almost work.

[ooc: Open!]