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.
Re: The Bar
"Who's yelling at who?" Lionel asked, sliding closer, and reaching out to stuff the napkin he'd been writing on into Kate's pocket. She didn't even ask. She'd look at it later.
"No one," she said. "Lionel, Jack. Jack, Lionel."
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He tilted his head at Lionel, realizing he looked familiar. "Were you at Kate's graduation?"
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"Says the boy who's not even supposed to be here," Kate remarked.
"I'm just calling it as I see it."
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Or maybe he just didn't like seeming weirded out.
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If Lionel didn't think it was weird, he wasn't going to make himself crazy being the more impressed.