Mary Winchester (Jr) (marygoround) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-01-29 22:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, johnny outlaw, mary winchester |
The impossible drunk? (Johnny)
After her conversation with Jack and the strangeness about the eyes of everyone else in the bar, Mary had had the chance to talk to her mom about it all. Worse, she had the chance to hear about the conversation with her mom and the stranger who seemed to be a bit too in the know about this place. She... didn't feel better after that talk.
It was starting to really sink in that they still hadn't found Ellen and they had no leads. If the person that had talked to her mom-to Jo, since Jo wasn't her mom yet-if that person was right, then they were supposedly on some other planet? With aliens?
How the hell was she supposed to find her sister and then find the angel that had stranded her in York to begin with and get him to bring her the fuck back to where and when she belonged.
She'd wandered for awhile before finding a bar. After drinking down her feelings and finding that she still felt like shit, she wandered for a bit before she found a liquor store.
The guy behind the counter had given her a look and Mary was pretty sure he was considering refusing selling her the amount of liquor that she was trying to purchase. That was before she leaned forward and made sure that her jacket fell open just enough to display the gun that was in the inside pocket.
For some glorious reason, that seemed to clear things up and Mary was soon making her way back to the motel that they'd all camped out in with her arms literally full of those brown paper bags of whatever alcohol she could find with the highest proof-mostly a whole lot of Everclear.
She didn't care right now that she'd told Johnny that they should keep their distance from each other. She didn't even care if her parents-who weren't yet and might never be-her parents saw. She would tomorrow, but right now all that she cared about was that she might never get back to her Johnny or her life and she just really wanted to see him.
She pounded on the door as best as she could white the bottles clinked together in the bags. At least she still had the presence of mind not to shout the name Daniel as she waited for him to answer.