The Devil's Nest, Saturday, February 15th
After two years worth of kids -- hers and other people's -- tromping in, you'd think Bo would be able to predict when this was going to go down and dress at least vaguely like she didn't work in a particularly dangerous brothel slash martial arts studio, but in her defense, last year it happened after Prom. She thought she had at least two more months to work with here!
At least Tiny had no room to give her crap about it, Bo thought as she set up the bar and watched him explain his job as a bouncer to the three-inch-tall gossamer-winged preschooler who was riding around on his shoulder.
His shirtless shoulder with the studded leather armband just below it.
The gesture he made when Bo lifted an eyebrow in his direction was either Apparently I shrunk? or something she'd never seen a guy admit about himself ever. Bo just shook her head, said, "I don't wanna know," and gave the kid a maraschino cherry she was still nibbling on half an hour later.
Welcome to the Devil's Nest.
Yes, we card.
But we also have half-price milkshakes.
At least Tiny had no room to give her crap about it, Bo thought as she set up the bar and watched him explain his job as a bouncer to the three-inch-tall gossamer-winged preschooler who was riding around on his shoulder.
His shirtless shoulder with the studded leather armband just below it.
The gesture he made when Bo lifted an eyebrow in his direction was either Apparently I shrunk? or something she'd never seen a guy admit about himself ever. Bo just shook her head, said, "I don't wanna know," and gave the kid a maraschino cherry she was still nibbling on half an hour later.
Welcome to the Devil's Nest.
Yes, we card.
But we also have half-price milkshakes.