The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

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"No."

Tiny ignored Thor and kept writing on the specials board.

"Tis an abomination."

Still writing.

"Absolutely not."

Did Thor have any better ideas?

...he did not.

Special
Pumpkin Spiced Latte Brown Ale

The Devil's Nest is open. And seasonal.

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"What the fuck is that beer, Tiny?" Eric demanded. Thor could never, in Eric's opinion.

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"I said him nay," Thor said in his own defense.

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"Because you are a clear-thinking person," Eric said. "Unlike others standing in this room."

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"Apparently, 'tis 'seasonal,' Thor reported. "I do not think that makes it right."

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"It doesn't make it right," Eric agreed. "It just makes it shorter."

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You never know, it might be good.

Thor wasn't talking to you, Don. "May I fetch you something that is not a..." Heavy sigh. "Pumpkin spice latte beer?"

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"A True Blood, please," Eric said. "O positive."

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"Of course," Thor agreed. He asked as he searched for the correct bottle in the cooler, "I trust you have been well?"

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"Yes," Eric said. "I went to the date game on Saturday at Caritas."

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"I thought I saw you there," Thor said. "Of course, it was very busy."

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"I'm sorry our paths didn't cross," Eric said with a smile. "My very first date told me he wasn't interested in me. I was crushed."

He wasn't that crushed.