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Tweak says, "mmmm sammich"

Karrin Murphy (i_putontheboots) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-07-09 18:06:00

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dean winchester, karrin murphy

...then have a really awkward hangover. (Murphy/Dean)
Sleeping in Harry's bed, seeing him try to stretch out the kinks--and not in a fun way--after sleeping on the too-short couch for weeks was getting old. Knowing she was a trespasser on another woman's turf was also getting old. Especially when it didn't take much to guess that said woman was tiptoeing around her. It wasn't as if either of the three of them had anything to hide from one another.

Harry was alive and well. Murphy had her reassurance that he wasn't going to disappear, nor was she going crazy. Now, it was time to move on to plan B. Which was to go back to what she had been planning to do before Harry had gone missing: Go get really drunk, and then have sex with the first reasonably healthy male who walked by.

Sitting at the bar, in a little red blouse and black skirt that she'd bought with magical money that appeared out of nowhere, she was working on the drunk part. Now, she was keeping her eye out for reasonably the healthy male. And if anyone so much as whispered 'cougar' in her general direction, she was going to break something.

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i_soldieron
2011-07-09 11:50 pm UTC (link)

More than one person was on the prowl for a bit of fun between, on top of, or simply near the sheets. Dean needed it. The dreams had been unsettling, and there was no way he was going to go home or to bed without putting in a little time with the ladies. Bars were always good places to go for a quick pick up. He didnt' care too much about the woman, other than she be something he wouldn't mind waking up to just in case he went to sleep with her around. He didn't think that would happen, but it'd been a while since he actually did the bone'n'ditch. He was hoping that it would be like riding a bicycle, which wasn't the easiest move to do when drunk.

The hunter hadn't bothered with the wardrobe. He'd been nice enough to shower and put on clean clothes. He knew he should probably check on Dinah, but he needed to scratch an itch that was getting worse every time he went to sleep.

Once he got to the bar, he took a moment to get a feel for the terrain, see what there was. Pickings weren't exactly slim, which was nice. One of the pickings in question looked a little like..at least from this angle...well, he liked her red shirt. He took the stool beside her and motioned the bartender over.

"I'll have a beer." He spoke to the bartender, but he was looking at the woman.

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i_putontheboots
2011-07-10 12:10 am UTC (link)

Something drew her eyes to him the moment he walked in. Whether it was his confident swagger, or his soap opera 'rugged yet boyish' looks, she wasn't sure, but there he was, and he was noticing. She turned slightly on her bar stool, and crossed her legs, flashing him an interested smile. She might not have the longest stems in the garden, but they were toned and shapely, and her top was just tight enough to hug what curves she did have and show them off to advantage.

"Long week?"

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i_soldieron
2011-07-10 12:29 am UTC (link)

"Oh, you have no idea." Dean gave her his best 'I'm a fun time' smile without making it too cheesy. "Could be worse. I could have walked in here and not seen a single woman I wanted to talk to." He doubted that could be possible because given the mood he was in, he'd talk to almost anything. He did have some standards.

His eyes dropped to her legs as she crossed them, and they made their way up her body, giving her body the appreciation it was truly due. Just a quick lick of his lip, and maybe a momentary bite, before he finally looked into her eyes again.

"You? Long week?"

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	i_putontheboots 2011-07-10 04:53 am UTC (link)
	"Long freaking year," Murphy groaned, rolling her eyes. "Lost my job. My best friend got shot. I inherited a holy sword..." She tried to inject a little bit of levity into that last statement, just in case he was one of the vanillas, but it was all true. She took a long sip of her beer. "And then to top it all off, I wind up here, in this crazy-ass town." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_soldieron
2011-07-10 05:48 am UTC (link)

The beer arrived as the lady in red started to list her year's woes, and Dean was about to take a sip just as she hit the "holy sword" bit. His brow raised a little, and he just finished took a very long pull off the bottle. He turned a little more to her and smiled.

"Holy sword? And winding up here. Yeah, kind of puts a damper on the year. Do we want to play whose year is worse, or should I just let you win?" He smiled at her, guessing he had a pretty good list himself.

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	i_putontheboots 2011-07-10 05:57 am UTC (link)
	"If you even think about letting me win, I will kick your ass," she quipped, giving him a saucy smile. "If we're going to have a contest, I'd rather win it in my own right, or be fairly beaten in a good, stiff match." And yes, she was fully aware of the double entendre in that statement. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_soldieron
2011-07-10 06:05 am UTC (link)

"If you're up for it, okay." Dean smiled, ready to play the game. Probably needing to play this game. "My brother returned from the dead, only I find out he'd been back from Hell for more than a year. He came back soulless, and had to take on some fairies. Tinkerbell has a mean left."

He took another sip of beer, leaving out what happened with the fairies and how his brother had lost his soul. Really, did she need to know that? He took another sip of beer before smiling.

"But, no holy sword. That might have been a plus, but I can take care of things with out the fancy toys."

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i_putontheboots
2011-07-10 06:23 am UTC (link)

"Freaking faeries," Murphy muttered, not even batting an eyelash. She believed in 'em, all right, and hated the sons of bitches. The sidhe, anyway. Some of the lesser fae were all right, if you knew how to deal with them. She just wasn't feeling very generous at the moment.

"Sometimes you can't get the job done without the fancy toys," she said, "But let me tell you, if I never have to play sock puppet for an angel ever again..." She shrugged. "It's actually quite the power-trip, right up until they start speaking through you, and making pronouncements of Doom."

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i_soldieron
2011-07-10 06:58 am UTC (link)

"You've met them too? Damn things." Dean raised his bottle to her in a salute. He didn't think about how she knew fairies, didn't consider the fact that she could be out of her tree or just drunk. He just raised the bottle and then took a sip of beer..or had meant to. He paused once more when she mentioned angels.

"You've been an angel's meat suit?" He focused a little more. She was some angel's meat suit? Damn, this was one hell of a city. "Well, lemme buy you a drink."

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i_putontheboots
2011-07-10 07:12 am UTC (link)

"Uh...as in possessed?" She grimaced. "I don't know. Getting chosen to wield a holy sword is kind of a two-way partnership. You get divine backup, but they can also speak through you. Like some kind of prophecy, I guess. I just don't have a better way to describe it."

If there was one thing Murphy did not like, it was being out of control. And something Other had definitely taken hold of her for at least a short time. She wave a hand. "There is not enough alcohol in the world for this shit."

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i_soldieron
2011-07-10 11:04 pm UTC (link)

Dean motioned for the bartender to give them another round, whatever she was drinking and his beer. It didnt' take him long to finish off his first drink and start on the second, especially when he heard the bit about divine back up and prophecy. A prophet, great, at least she was hotter than Chuck. He would have to kick himself later for that thought for many reasons; at moment, he had to focus on the woman, which really wasn't that hard.

"There are other kinds of distractions, but alcohol does help." He lifted the bottle in yet another salute before downing more beer. "I could use a few distractions myself."

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i_putontheboots
2011-07-10 11:34 pm UTC (link)

In all honesty, she was probably part vessel, part prophet, but was there really a word for what a Knight was? Other than Holy Knight? A conduit? Thinking about it made Murphy's head hurt.

She raised her glass to him, good, old fashioned Irish whiskey, and drank. She hadn't been really drunk since her first ex-husband had died of cancer. He'd never even told her he was sick--she'd found his Obit in the paper. But that was old news. "Here;s to distractions," she said, "I'm Murphy, by the way."

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i_soldieron
2011-07-10 11:47 pm UTC (link)

"Murphy. Dean." The hunter gave him one of those smiles that suggested just what sort of distractions he was considering at the moment. Such touching her shoulders, brushing her hair out of the way, and kissing her neck. They could go further, he wanted the distractions to go further.

"I was thinking of getting fall off my ass drunk, maybe find chick to take somewhere for a couple hours..." He looked at her; he knew this particular play was a bit of a long shot. "But, really, I could skip right over the drinking to distracting one very attractive woman in ways that talking is more of an option than a necessity."

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i_putontheboots
2011-07-11 03:17 am UTC (link)

Murphy smiled, the lazy sort of smile that said she could break Dean's arm in eleven places if she hadn't wanted the attention he was currently paying her. If she'd been a cat, she would have been purring.

"Lucky for you," she quipped, "I was thinking the same thing. Minus the chick part. But you'll do nicely." She just hoped he didn't get too drunk and pass out on her. "Your place? Or should I get us a room?"

She sure as hell wasn't taking him back to Harry's.

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i_soldieron
2011-07-11 04:23 am UTC (link)

"Well, you can get us a room, or I can." Dean didn't seem bothered by the smile; he'd gotten it from more than one woman and a couple men in the past. It wasn't that new. He took another sip of beer before dipping into his pocket to pull out the bills that would cover their check.

"You sure about the chick? We could probably find a third, not that we need it, I'm sure." It'd been a while since he actually picked some woman up, and while he could have done a better job at seduction, he didn't feel like wasting the time. Thankfully, neither did she.

He wasn't about to take her back to his place. It wasn't his place, and he really didn't want to explain to Dinah about it. His landlady didn't seem like the type to give him trouble about bring women over; he just didn't want to chance it. Plus, it was safer the woman didn't know where he lived.

"And glad I could be of service, Murphy."

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	i_putontheboots 2011-07-11 04:30 am UTC (link)
	"All right then, you find us a place, and we can rock-paper-scissors over who gets to pay," Murphy agreed, but she shook her head about the threesome. "I don't feel like sharing tonight." Or ever. It was bad enough her second ex-husband had married her younger sister. But she didn't need to get into that either. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_soldieron 2011-07-11 04:45 am UTC (link)
	"How bout I just pay for it?" The hunter really didn't want to think about a game he usually played with his brother when it came to deciding who should do what and when. He wanted his brother no where near this particular party. "That's fine by me." He took a step away from the bar and looked at her. "Ready to blow this taco stand?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_putontheboots 2011-07-11 04:53 am UTC (link)
	Murphy rolled her eyes again. "Fine, if that's the way you want to play it." She smirked at his particular phasing, like she might be persuaded to blow something before the night was through. But she just nodded, and slid down from the bar stool, all five feet and barely any change. "Lead the way, hot shot." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_soldieron
2011-07-11 05:04 am UTC (link)

"There's a place round the corner, or it was when I came in." Dean didn't offer his arm, or his hand; he just started walking to the door, but he didn't rush out. He made sure she was close by. She was so short, yet the way she moved...yeah, she knew what she was doing, and she could probably pack a punch.

"Well, if you'd rather pay." He wasn't a chauvinist, not exactly; he just didn't want to play rock-paper-scissors with the woman he was about to have sex with. He hoped it was good sex, but at the moment, he didn't care.

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	i_putontheboots 2011-07-11 05:27 am UTC (link)
	"It's all right," she said, moving close to him as they walked. "I'll let you wear the pants for now. Just until I can get you out of them." (Reply to this) (Parent)