The Devil's Nest, Saturday Evening, 3/31
Bo's Friday night had not involved drinking or dancing (though there was a bit of watching other people do the second and pretending she couldn't smell that they'd been doing the first unless they started being stupid about it), and her Saturday morning had not involved waking up with anyone in her bed besides a glow-in-the-dark rubber duck.
...It got caught in the towel after her bath last night, shut up.
She also hadn't been here for the last Prom.
All of which added up to a clueless, but at least un-hungover succubus behind the bar tonight, maybe a little nostalgic for a life she'd never finished, but not too unhappy with the one she had now, all told.
Which meant you got cleavage and a smile unless you were a DJ feeling the need to play the best of the freaking Eurythmics over the Devil's Nest sound system, is basically what we're saying.
...It got caught in the towel after her bath last night, shut up.
She also hadn't been here for the last Prom.
All of which added up to a clueless, but at least un-hungover succubus behind the bar tonight, maybe a little nostalgic for a life she'd never finished, but not too unhappy with the one she had now, all told.
Which meant you got cleavage and a smile unless you were a DJ feeling the need to play the best of the freaking Eurythmics over the Devil's Nest sound system, is basically what we're saying.