The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

Of course a weird day would happen when Derek had to bartend. Of course. But into work he went this evening, glaring at Tiny on his way in.

Not because Tiny said anything, but just on principle.

"I like this island," he grumbled sullenly once he was alone. Worst. Night. Ever.

[OCD free!]

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[locointhecoco]

Pinkie trotted happily into the bar and climbed up on a stool. "Hiya Derek!" she greeted. "How's it hanging?"

Then she burst into giggles. "I read that on the internets. Isn't it silly? Like what is even hanging in that sentence? Idioms are weird!"

[because aggressively honest Pinkie had to happen somewhere.]

[justlurkinghere]

WHY WOULD SHE DO THIS TO HIM?

"How are you on the internet? I don't understand how you manage anything with hooves."

[locointhecoco]

"I made the school buy me a giant keyboard when I first started here," Pinkie said. "It takes up most of my office. But also sometimes I can hold and type things with my mane or my tail, so that's usually what I end up doing now, because that keyboard is really big."

[justlurkinghere]

"I want a keyboard like that. It sounds like fun."

Ruining his image as a grumpy bad boy here. Ruining it.