Aug 08, 2011 19:53
Eric had no interest in the chocolates that were springing up everywhere, but he made Tiny (who was refusing to take off the mouse ears he'd picked up today) put them into candy dishes to look like they'd been part of the club's idea instead of, well, an island-wide thing.
The door proclaimed: HALF-PRICED DRINKS FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL GRAY. GET YOUR "'I SURVIVED AN INVASION AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID T-SHIRT" SHIRTS HERE. $5.
Eric saw no reason not to try to turn a profit just because the last week had been vaguely terrifying.
The club was open. Rock music was playing loudly because Eric thought he was funny. Jack was doing inventory in the back.
dick grayson,
devil's nest,
eric northman