revolving_door (revolving_door) wrote in soulbondtavern, @ 2011-03-30 11:34:00 |
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Current mood: | happy |
Current music: | Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson |
Open to all who'd enjoy talking to a 5 year old
In one of the more empty corners of the tavern, little Sammy Winchester sat surrounded by his toys which encluded legos (the big and small kind), wooden blocks, his small hot wheels collection, his great big army of green soldiers and some untouched coloring books and crayons. He hummed along to himself as he started to build a castle for his army men to protect. That was the point of army men, they were there to protect things. Well, and attack things, but his brother wasn't there to play with him and Dean did most of the attacking when it came to play time. He stood and went over to an empty table and grabbed his little cup with apple juice in it, sipping it through the straw. He was happy that this place had apple juice. That was his favorite drink ever. He set his drink carefully on the table, making sure not to spill any of it and hopped on over to the bar and scrambled up to the chair. "Um... 'cuse me! Ummm..." The waitress turned and smiled at the little thing. "Ummm... Could I maybe get a grilled cheese, please?" The girl nodded and went off to go complete his order. Satisfied that he was gonna get what he wanted, Sammy kicked his legs off the edge of the barstool and hopped back to his little area.