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Tiny was leaning into Halloween hard this year. Tonight's costume? He was Eric: black t-shirt, leather pants, blond hair, True Blood, bored expression, and fake teeth.

"Hilarious," Eric drawled. "I can't wait for your Thor costume."

The Devil's Nest was open.

texted3times

Tiny was still on his pumpkin spice bullshit and had now expanded into gingerbread spice bullshit.

"I'm not drinking either of those things," he said, pointing to the cocktails. "I would like vodka. Plain, normal vodka."

The Devil's Nest was open!

texted3times

Tiny had five bottles of pumpkin spice Kahlua.

Eric stared at them suspiciously. "I'll allow it," he said slowly, "but don't put any of it into a drink of mine."

The Devil's Nest was open! And seasonal, apparently.

texted3times

Tiny was still in time out for the pumpkin spice beer abomination, so while Eric would never be serving a drink, he was supervising what Tiny was trying to pour.

Marshmallow vodka: "Absolutely not."
Apple Pucker: "No."
Scotch: "We don't serve something that expensive to someone I don't like."

(Sorry, customer Eric didn't like. At least now you knew?)

The Devil's Nest was open! Order something normal.

texted3times

Eric was still looking a bit smirky from his time at Three Minute Dates and Tiny was not asking.

Taking several bottles of True Blood from behind the bar, Eric busied himself coming up with new drinks for beings with special dietary needs. Tiny would still have to serve them, of course, but Eric was enjoying the creative process.

True Blood and elderflower liqueur was disgusting, for the record.

The Devil's Nest was open!

throughaphase

Were you tired of glitter yet? Because the banner above the stage reading "WELCOME TO THREE MINUTE DATES" was covered in it. Which meant the stage was covered in a fine mist of them. Which meant there was probably some of the tables. And the bar. Not the drinks, though, they kept up with standards.

And a few minutes before 8:00, Kitty took to the stage.

"Welcome again to Three Minute Dates!" she greeted them. "If you haven't done this before, the tiles are simple. Every three minutes, we'll read off pairs of names. You sit down with them, get to know them for three minutes, and when the gong bongs, you'll move on to your next march. After five dates, if you want to talk to anyone more, hang around and chat for a while. Ready? You've got a couple minutes to sign up, then we're gonna get going."

[OCD is up! Post dates bar post will go up in the morning!
Before the dates | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Post dates bar]

texted3times

Eric had slept through the beautiful day, but Tiny hadn't and so Tiny was in a great mood. He was mixing up apple-themed drinks, and Eric gave them a long, appraising look before declaring, "I'll allow it."

The Devil's Nest was open and cautiously embracing autumn.

texted3times

Eric was not behind the bar tonight, thank you very much, and Tiny's coconut fort had gotten...almost defensible.

(Eric could read a calendar, and something always showed up around this time. Not that he would be hiding in a coconut fort, thank you.)

"I'm not drinking a piña colada," he told his bartender. "Nor will I get caught in the rain...and now I'm earwormed. I hate you."

Tiny made it worse by putting that song on repeat over the sound system.

The Devil's Nest was open, and the drinks probably weren't strong enough to make up for the soundtrack tonight. Sorry.

texted3times

Eric was --horrors-- behind the bar tonight because Tiny had claimed that seeing ~~meta for~~ Princess Bride was part of his religious tradition and you know, Eric just didn't want to ask follow-up questions.

Tiny was gone, Eric was only going to get you drinks that required the least possible effort, but the Devil's Nest was open?

texted3times

Eric had been around for a thousand years and chose to live in Louisiana on purpose. It didn't mean he loved the grossest, swampiest days of August.

Anyway, that was his excuse for why it was frigid in the Devil's Nest tonight. (Of all the modern marvels, Eric loved air conditioning the most.)

The Devil's Nest was open and Tiny wouldn't blame you if you ordered a warm drink tonight.

texted3times

Did Tiny need to be making cocktails with sparklers in them? No, he did not. But it was a celebratory sort of week, he had a lot of time on his hands, and sparklers were on sale.

Eric was sitting at the bar wondering if he needed to bring the fire extinguisher closer, just in case.

The Devil's Nest was festive tonight!

texted3times

Eric was back in his lounge area, avoiding Tiny and his tales of the weekend. As always, Eric was just glad he hadn't spent the weekend as a supermodel without a single thought between his ears.

The bar was open and the drinks were strong.

texted3times

Tiny was celebrating the first weekend of summer by wearing eye-searing board shorts--no shirt--and sunglasses inside.

"Well, I can hardly tell you to put something on," said an equally shirtless Eric, "but no flipflops behind the bar. It's a safety violation."

Probably. He hadn't checked, but he really didn't want to see Tiny's toes.

Frozen drinks were on special tonight! Come on in!

texted3times

Tiny had an inordinate amount of maraschino cherries and toothpicks out tonight.

"I'm not going to ask," Eric told him. "I'm not."

The Devil's Nest was open. Tiny was apparently inspired.

texted3times

Tino was wearing a sombrero and mixing extremely strong margaritas tonight.

Eric came in, gave him a thorough once-over and nodded. "I'll allow it," he said. "Tonight only."

The Devil's Nest was open. Get your Cinco de Mayo on!

texted3times

"No, I am not enjoying the sunny weather," Eric said dryly to Tiny as his bartender had clearly run out of all things to small talk about. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The Devil's Nest was open. The specials were full of sunshine and spring. The vampire was lurking in a dark corner.

okteiviakom

There wasn't a ton Octavia could do at the club with one hand out of commission, wrapped in bandages as it was. Still, she'd made it to work, just for the feeling of doing something.

She was very tired, though.

Really, really tired.

So if a lot of her 'doing something' was leaning against the bar and pretending to supervise whatever Tiny was doing, so be it.

[ooc: Also OOCly very tired, but open!]

texted3times

Tiny, Eric was learning tonight, had gone to the kite festival on the National Mall Saturday and had seen all the cherry blossoms.

And had taken approximately a hundred billion pictures of all of it. If no one interrupted, Eric was in for a very long evening of Tiny explaining every. single. one of them.

Please interrupt. There was a cherry-themed cocktail in it for you.

texted3times

It was, Tiny told Eric, National Cocktail Day, and he had gotten inspired.

"Not with creme de menthe, right?" Eric checked, thinking back to his conversation with Octavia last week.

Tiny looked guilty.

Eric would leave that potentially terrible life choice to the fates of his patrons. He was drinking True Blood.

The bar was open!

texted3times

Tiny was behind the bar in a "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" shirt (he wasn't and please don't) and Eric was over in the lounge trying unsuccessfully to avoid getting covered in the shamrock-shaped glitter that had been spread throughout the bar.

"And no, I still don't believe it was a leprechaun," he told Tiny, fishing a piece from his glass of whiskey.

The bar was decked out for St. Patrick's Day, Eric would charge you double if you insisted on green beer, and the Dropkick Murphys were in heavy rotation on the sound system. Come on in.

texted3times

Tiny was wearing an obnoxious green top hat today, and Eric didn't believe for a minute it was because he was half leprechaun.

The bar was open, Irish whiskey was on special, and Eric would be happy to pinch you just because you were annoying him.

texted3times

Eric'd had an amazing previous week, thank you so much for asking!

Tiny was decidedly not asking.

Eric was drinking his usual glass of True Blood and Tiny was giving the bar a thorough bleaching. You know, just in case.

The Devil's Nest was open.

throughaphase

The dates were over, the bar was still standing, still open (not dirty), and the specials (totally dirty) were still on the board.

SPECIALS
Screaming Orgasm
Kinky blow pop
Cherry Popper
Leg Spreader
Naked Lady
Sloe Comfortable Screw
Pornstar Shooter
G Spot shot
Big O

Your bartenders were there, waiting to serve you (again, not dirty). Whatever you did with your time was your own business, aside from Tino snickering if you ordered a Sloe Comfortable Screw or whatever.

throughaphase

When Kitty got married, she'd said she was hyphenating her last name because aside from "Pryde" being a great name, "Kitty Barton" sounded like a madam at an Old West brothel.

Anyway.

WELCOME TO
THREE MINUTE DATES

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty interrupted the zombie-played version of "Pony" to take the stage. You're welcome.

"Hello and welcome to Three Minute Dates! Thank you all for coming, whether you're here by accident, here on very purpose, or dragged here by Tino. I know there are other things you could all be doing." Ahem. "Here are the rules: every three minutes you will get paired up on a date with someone. When the gong sounds, it's on to the next date. It's fifteen minutes of your life, and then afterwards if you want to hang out, make friends, have one of Tino's horrifyingly on theme drinks, feel free. I just ask that you please don't have sex in the bathrooms."

She could not stop you from having sex in the bathrooms.

"Have fun! But not too much. Till later. At home."

[The bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Regular bar post]

okteiviakom

All of the ice cubes were various suggestive shapes. Tiny wasn't admitting to anything, but Octavia had her suspicions. While also being vaguely, grudgingly impressed there were so many different ~~fully moddable!~~ ones.

... She was also taking pictures of some of the more elaborate ones and texting them to Lucifer. What, she knew who the best audience for novelty ice was.

[ooc: Open!]

texted3times

Eric's pleased little smirk showed he was not at all sorry to be late to the bar tonight, but he wasn't the sort to kiss and tell. (Just kiss. And other things.)

He strolled over to his favorite seat in the lounge in his far-too-tight leather ants (you're welcome, Tiny), ordered a Screaming Orgasm, and waited.

It was his favorite week of the year.

texted3times

Eric supposed that word would spread about the ice bar and the luge Lucifer had added, but somehow he still hadn't predicted a bachelor party of loud, felt penguins in the club on a Monday night.

Tiny, by his expression, was absolutely unsurprised. Just...over it.

The Devil's Nest was open. Watch out for the Muppet penguins.

texted3times

The ice bar was back! "I was a visionary a week too soon," Eric was telling a deeply unimpressed Tiny. "Keep the door open, it'll help."

Welcome to an immersive winter experience, whether you wanted it or not!

texted3times

Cold and dark was Eric's native habitat, and so he'd brought that into the club today. The heat had been turned off to allow the bar he'd constructed entirely from ice to not melt immediately.

Tiny, behind said bar and wearing three hats, looked decidedly unhappy about the new change in theme.

Eric, drinking very cold vodka, did not care.

The Devil's Nest was open! Be careful on the slippery floor.

texted3times

Eric was genuinely, eagerly thrilled by the mistletoe in the bar tonight, happy to bestow kisses on whoever happened to be chosen by the pushy plant.

Tiny, on the other hand, was using the seltzer gun to keep the plant at bay.

The Devil's Nest was open! Watch out for seltzer puddles.

texted3times

"I am not serving Shetland ponies alcohol!" Eric protested as he came into the bar and noticed their new visitors.

Tiny rumbled a reply.

"Yes, they're wearing both shirts and shoes."

Tiny muttered something else.

"I am not being species-ist."

Eric was sulking over in the lounge. Tiny was getting Shetland ponies Scotch. Just another night in Fandom.

texted3times

Eric came into the bar, glanced down at his outfit--black leather pants and a black sweater--and then at Tiny's: black leather pants and a black sweater. He would've thought it was coincidence if not for the fake fangs and blond wig Tiny was also sporting.

"You better be dressing like Lucifer later this week, too," Eric grumbled, sweeping behind the bar to snag a bottle of vodka and a bottle of True Blood and heading to his chair in the lounge to ~~sulk~~ brood.

The Devil's Nest was open and the vampires, apparently, were in.

texted3times

Eric came into the bar tonight to find Tiny in a black body suit and a jack-o-latern on his head, dancing. "It's not October until tomorrow," he said, sounding deeply tired.

The Devil's Nest was open. The bartender was jazzed about spooky seaoson. The vampire was drinking bourbon and trying to avoid making eye contact with whatever it was Tiny was doing now.

texted3times

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.

defenderofdesmoines

There was more than a touch of bittersweetness to Annie's set-up tonight, as she pulled out her garnish tray and prepped her blender for the last time. Granted, it was the kind of bittersweetness she'd probably mostly process after the fact, once she and Diego and the twins were squared away and she could think easily again.

But there were also benefits to trying to focus on roughly fifteen logistical things at once: the drink specials came really easy.

~*Specials*~
Strawberry Daiquiri
Classic Margarita
Mudslide

[open, OCD free because I'm a little scattered today anyway, and Annie's last post in Fandom!]

texted3times

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!

texted3times

Tiny was behind the bar in nothing but a rainbow thong and you know what, Eric wasn't asking any follow-up questions about that.

You do you, Tiny.

"Do we still have those giant drinks Thor was making on Saturday?" he asked. "I'll take one of each."

Because something had to kill his memories of Tiny in a thong, right?

Devil's Nest was open! Don't make Tiny turn around.

ifwebeworthy

Thor had one of the mixology books Don had borrowed for him from the library with him tonight for his shift at the bar, although he would be keeping it well clear of the bar and the potential splash zone.

He was not, however, venturing into the realm of wild creativity just yet. It was too hot for that.

Specials
Pimm's Cup
Aperol Spritz
Tom Collins

The Devil's Nest is open, and Thor is trying to find out who Tom Collins is.

texted3times

Eric had returned from Never You Mind Now where he had taken care of None of Your Concern and was now seated at the bar with his entire focus on making sure Tiny wasn't doing anything strange.

Tiny, weirded out by the scrutiny, had decided to just not do anything at all.

It was a truly riveting night here at the Devil's Nest.

texted3times

So Shirtless Thursdays were still happening during Annie's shift and Eric felt like he needed a theme for himself. Tonight he was trying out Man Romper Mondays and while he was certainly rocking the deep-cut red velvet, he could not say the same for Tiny.

"Keep the cowboy hat on, too," Eric said, "and serve everything in those red Solo cups that came. I'm going to see how much I hate decorating with license plates on the wall."

You left him unsupervised, Lucifer. He's trying out a honky tonk theme.

The bar was open! It sure was going through something!

texted3times

Tiny's terrifying toothpick army had been defeated over the weekend, and Eric really wished the man was slightly less upset about it."

"Oh, do stop wibbling," Eric snapped. "You're making all the cocktail napkins wet." He paused. "I can't fucking believe you made me use the word 'wibbling', either."

The Devil's Nest was open! Cranky, but open.

okteiviakom

Tiny had been left to his own devices last night, because Lucifer had opted to stay home with his traumatized partners. It appeared this had made him feel lonely, because when Octavia showed up tonight, it turned out he'd crafted an entire miniature society of little figurines out of mostly toothpicks and olives and other such tiny bar stuff.

Which Octavia would have been fine with, after the start to the week she'd had, except this time they appeared to be mobile. As in, there were tiny figurines parading around along the bar on their little toothpick legs, some of them twirling their cocktail umbrellas like they were parasols. One lifted the bottle cap it had for a hat as it passed by Octavia.

So this whole evening was now just a countdown to whenever she would snap and go home to announce they needed to get the hell off Fandom for the rest of the week.

texted3times

"Tiny, I don't care that it's Earth Day," Eric told him. "If you don't wash those glasses out, I will murder you and then fire you."

The Devil's Nest was open! We'll save water some other way.

texted3times

Eric was avoiding Tiny, his phone, and his pictures of the random kid he'd had with Tino this weekend.

"I have lived for a millennia and I do not want to spend even one brain cell figuring out how that works," he said, making a face. "And Antinno is...a choice...as a name."

Tiny gave him a glare and shorted Eric on the vodka in his drink tonight. Eric didn't notice.

The Devil's Nest was open!

[OOC: Terrifying Tiny/Tino hybrid modded with Natalie's gleeful permission.]

texted3times

Well, Eric had definitely expected theme music tonight (Tiny loved a theme), but was pleasantly surprised to realize it wasn't "Total Eclipse of the Heart" over and over and over again.

It was "Here Comes the Sun."

"That's offensive to vampires," he said because sometimes he just liked to mess with Tiny, then took his drink and went over into the lounge.

The Devil's Nest was open. Tiny was very enthusiastically "doo-doo-doo-doo"-ing.

texted3times

Eric strolled into the bar and nodded at Tiny, who was looking decidedly smug.

"If you think I'm going to ask you about your week, you are absolutely mistaken," Eric told him. "No one needs to picture that."

The Devil's Nest was open and the vampire was over in the lounge with his drink as a precaution. Sometimes Tiny got chatty.

texted3times

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.]

carbsliftthespirit

"Do we--do we have the what? I thought that's what you said...hang on, let me Google something real quick." A few moments later, Raiden was back on the house phone. "Ma'am? Thank you. Give me a few hours and I'll get you the goods." Because he also needed the goods.

Special
Chizza

Pizza Planet is open!

texted3times

Eric breezed into the bar and didn't even glance at Tiny before announcing, "Whiskey specials yes, trying to get rid of extra green beer no."

Tiny took off his shamrock headband and stuffed it back under the bar.

The Devil's Nest was open for anyone needing to drink their hangover away!

texted3times

Eric came into the Devil's Nest to discover that Tiny was back on his bullshit, this time with an Eiffel Tower made of sausage and toothpicks.

"I will not protect you when Octavia yells about food waste," he informed him.

Tiny shrugged and went to work on a sausage Taj Mahal.

Eric was drinking something strong tonight. The Devil's Nest was open.

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