drake wallace ; dean winchester (likedillinger) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-16 13:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, rorschach |
Who: Drake and Rory Warren "Mike"
What: Rory and Drake bump into each other and realize 'oh hey, we were both at that monastery together.' Fun ensues.
Where: The mall.
When: Today (Thursday) in the afternoon.
Warnings: TBD, probably none.
Drake understood that Christmas was a very important holiday, not to mention insanely commercialized, and it was a great time of year... for other people. Even as a kid the holidays hadn't meant much, since their family trio hadn't settled down long enough to have a proper Christmas that didn't involve crappy fake trees and takeout while watching a fuzzy rented movie. Presents had been scarce and more practical rather than frivolous, like the pistols his father gave him when he was twelve. Up until Spencer's death, however, Drake had made an effort to put together some semblance of a normal Christmas for his little brother's sake - but after that, he just stopped caring. He hadn't properly celebrated Christmas in a good twenty years, because the time at the monastery didn't count - they pushed the religious aspect, and he dug in his heels and pushed right back. Like hell he was going to celebrate the birth of some Saviour who - if he even existed - hadn't done shit for the world in a long, long time. For a guy who refused to accept religion and viewed the widespread commercialism with disdain, Christmas was something better left to those who gave a damn.
The only problem was that he actually had people he was semi close to for the first time in a while, and he didn't want to be the only member of the EIT who didn't get anyone a present. That would be a total jackass move, and besides, just because his own Christmas was going to be non-existent didn't mean he had to ruin it for anyone else. It wouldn't kill him to venture out for a couple hours to pick up some stupid gifts, and he figured it couldn't be that bad.
Clearly he'd forgotten what malls were like when it was this close to Christmas, and it was sheer stubbornness that refused to let him turn around and go right back home. There were so many fucking people, arms laden with bags while they balanced frothy coffees and cell phones, moving in packs and giving him dirty looks when he refused to get out of their way. "Christ," he muttered under his breath, earning a particularly nasty glare from an old man staring at a bunch of ties in a store window next to him. Great - he had to worry about the crazy shoppers and religious fanatics, all under the same roof. Kenna and the others had better appreciate the damn sentiment no matter what he ended up getting them.
He ducked into the nearest store without caring what it sold, finding himself staring at a display of strategically placed CDs bearing the face of the latest idiotic tween pop star that all the little girls swooned over. Drake let out a heavy sigh and turned to the guy beside him, judging from the look on his face that he didn't want to be out Christmas shopping any more than he did. "Ridiculous, isn't it?" He waved a hand at the rest of the store, picking up a nearby book and frowning at it before tossing it back onto the pile. He'd take a motel room and weapons over this any day.