Eric Northman (
texted3times) wrote2013-01-31 05:10 pm
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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.
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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She paused delicately. "Does he -- seem happy?"
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If he'd been listening, his expression didn't show it.
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Labels were hard things.
"And this is Irina Stephanova Belotserkovskaya, who I became close to in Moscow some time ago."
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Jack was getting a bit of a side-eye at 'whatever Emma wants.'
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The reason for which was probably going to become clear in 3, 2, 1...
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"...I'm doomed for the weekend. Doomed."