Devil's Nest, Sunday Night

[texted3times]

There was a sign on the door:

Apparently some of you aren't used to seeing dead people
Drinks 20 percent off if it freaked you out
Drinks 40 percent more if you whine to me about it

This was Eric trying to be sympathetic. He was...rusty at it.

[OOC: Holy crap, Eric exists!]

Comments

Dance!

[texted3times]

To the DJ's greatest hits from that Patrick Swayze movie with the undead.

Drink!

[texted3times]

To excess, if you must, but silently unless you want the whining mark-up on your drink.

Re: Drink!

[foundintheashes]

Excuse you, Goodnight was not going to whine. He was going to pick the bar that Faraday hadn't spoken with the proprietor about anything and then drink until he felt better.

Or passed out. One of those two.

His plans were great.

Re: Drink!

[texted3times]

Eric lounged casually behind the bar. "What's your poison?" he asked.

He'd get Tiny to make it. Eric didn't serve drinks.

Re: Drink!

[foundintheashes]

"A bourbon, if you would," Goody replied with a strained sort of smile. He still had his manners, alright?

Talk to Eric

[texted3times]

He's finally back from Louisiana.

Re: Talk to Eric

[vanillajello]

hey uncle you ever feel like you haven't been out in foreeeeever?

Midwestern texting incoming.

Re: Talk to Eric

[texted3times]

Maybe a little, Eric texted back. But I own two bars. That counts as socializing, right?

Nope.

Re: Talk to Eric

[vanillajello]

nope

Aww, and she couldn't even read narrative!

not unless you actually talk to people.

OOC

[texted3times]

Yay being hoooooooooooooome.