The Devil's Nest [Thursday Evening]

[texted3times]

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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Re: The Bar

[bitten_notshy]

"But we must have wanted it," Jack mused. "Or --"

He shrugged. He was done questioning what the island wanted for him; it was time for a topic change.

"How did your life move on?"

Re: The Bar

[ofthe-blood.livejournal.com]

"I joined the Russian army," Irina answered easily. (Jack realized as she spoke that somewhere along the line, her English had obtained more fluency than she ever had in life.) "They trained women to be snipers, and I did that. But" -- and here she scowled at her vodka -- "I died of tuberculosis. Stupid. You did not know?"

Re: The Bar

[bitten_notshy]

Jack shook his head. "I didn't look," he said. "I know everyone I knew before coming here is dead, but the details -- it does no good for me to have them in my head."

A sniper. He studied her. "You were brave."

Re: The Bar

[ofthe-blood.livejournal.com]

"I am. You are too," Irina nodded. "I am sad I only get to be here for a little bit."

Re: The Bar

[bitten_notshy]

"Ashley said two days," Jack remembered, then added: "Ashley Williams, another visitor like you. She's my housemate's ... guest."

Off her look, he amended, "Not that kind of housemate."

Re: The Bar

[ofthe-blood.livejournal.com]

"I said nothing!" Irina protested, with a giggle. "You have an imagination. But I want to hear everything about your life here."

Re: The Bar

[bitten_notshy]

"And I want to tell you," Jack said. He ordered another vodka -- straight this time -- and settled in for a long getting-to-know-you-again session.