WHO: Claire Squared! WHERE: shopping mall; streets of L.A. WHEN: Friday, August 18, 2006; late afternoon/early evening WHAT:THEIR CERTAIN DOOM. Sort of. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress!
Outside the Hyperion, Claire leaned against the Rogue and waited for her sister to come out. It wasn't the former issues she'd had with being in the Hyperion – those had become less and less over time, fading entirely with Gabriel's disappearance – that kept her outside, it was her current state of mind over where the lines were falling about solving the Scourge problem. The entire thing left her unhappy, wary and even a little angry, and while she knew that Castiel understood and agreed with many points, that Dean tried to understand it even if he didn't agree, there as one person who understood it best because she was feeling the same way.
Which was why Claire Squared was going shopping now that the work week was over. A chance to vent and a chance to be distracted. The perfect combination. And it was just shopping, so certainly nothing could go wrong with that, right?
The sound of a door clicking shut followed by footsteps heralded the younger Claire's arrival, and then she appeared at the gate that led out to the sidewalk. Tossing her a grin, Claire pulled open the passenger's side door, clearly intending to get in, and tossed her sister the keys.
"Your turn to drive." What, she knew how to share!