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The Devil's Nest [Thursday Evening]

Eric was opening the club tonight, a move that kind of shocked the DJ when he arrived five minutes late.

After being assured Eric wouldn't eat him this time, the DJ promised to play whatever Eric wanted.

Turned out the DJ didn't have ancient Norse ballads.

The new DJ would be there tomorrow. Tonight you were subjected to the contents of Eric's iPod.

There were plenty of ancient Norse ballads on that.

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After her clinic shift, Navaan headed for the Devil's Nest. She had been planning to try and seduce Teeny (or whatever his name was. Was she supposed to care?) into letting her drink because she'd forgotten her napkin again. But seeing the imposing guy behind the velvet ropes, Navaan had promptly forgotten all about Tonsil.

"Hellooooo," she said, sauntering over. "Nice shoes. Wanna--"

The narration is convinced that everyone can fill in the blank, here.

Eric snorted. "Another one?"

Vampire, terrible pick-up line, whichever.

"Do you want more?" Navaan asked, thinking he only meant pickup lines. "I've got like a hundred."

Because, well, look. Had Eric seen himself lately? Or at all? Ever? Navaan would totes tap that.

"A hundred vampires or a hundred terrible pick-up lines?" Eric replied. "One is more interesting to me than the other."

Navaan paused. "Oh. You're the throat-slitting vampire boss that whats-her-name was telling me about."

"I prefer head-ripping to throat slitting," Eric said, "but probably, yes."

"Does this lead to people bleeding into a cauldron for dinner?" Navaan asked. "Because I just got out of that. Not really into getting back into it again."

"Seems like an unnecessary extra step to me," Eric said. "Who became a vampire to do dishes? Eat them and dump them."

"I'm not going to fetch anyone for you," Navaan said, all defiance. "...Though I will bring you juice bags from the clinic if you want. And keep you in leeches."

Final offer, Eric! Take it or leave it!

Eric wrinkled up his nose. "Leeches? When are you from?"

That was a confusing question. "Not from around here," she said. "When's a funny question. I got here a few weeks ago, does that count?"

There wasn't exactly a universal calendar where Navaan was from.

"Which reminds me. Tell your bartender to let me drink here. She won't accept my ID. That sucks like celibacy."

"Are you 21?" Eric asked pragmatically.

There was only one right answer to that.

"Yup!"

Whether or not that was true was a mystery for the ages. But that was her story and she was sticking to it.

"Then what does your ID say?" Eric wondered.

"Oh, the napkin I wrote on?" Navaan asked. "Twenty-one!"

Look, Eric. She came from a magical city called Varnova that could only be seen if you were a virgin! That alone should be worth the right to drink!

Eric sighed heavily--a clear affectation since he didn't breathe. "I can get you something more legitimate looking."

"Yes!" Navaan was easily placated. "Sex to celebrate?"

And just easy.

Eric tilted his head, feeling Godric's presence on the island. "I'm about to have another visitor," he said. "Raincheck?"

Because he was also easy.

And vampire sex was hot. Navaan had an entire collection of NSFW icons if Eric needed convincing.

She didn't know what a raincheck was, exactly, but she could guess that it meant, 'Later' at the very least.

"I'll be back when it rains," she promised.

Because, in conclusion: easy.

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