WHO: Daisy Johnson and Dean Winchester WHAT: First meeting WHERE: Fremont Street WHEN: October 16, late evening WARNINGS: probably just cursing and checking out hot dancers STATUS: On-going
His new home was alright. It wasn't the bunker, but it would make due, at least until he found a way out of here. He could admit, he already missed his mom. He had spent thirty-three years without hee, sometimes he had thought about her but she was always in the back of his mind. Knowing she was back now? It hurt a lot more, given he wasn't with her after those brief few moments they shared. Yeah, reality pretty much sucked on old lady parts and decided to give him the left over taint. He shuttered to himself, arms wiling out and shoulders rising as he made a brief faceā¦ maybe not the best analogy.
He hadn't been to Vegas in a long time. The last time he was here, was when Sam was away at college. He had spent one hell of a weekend gambling away hard earned hustled money and managed to win 2,000 dollars in the end, about seven hundred earned over from what he spent. Not a bad deal. He also met the hottest chick on shapely legs and she gave him one hell of a ride. He smiled to himself. Good times. Strolling down Fremont Street, during the evening was probably the best thing you could do.
It was lit up with fancy and colorful lights, there were clowns performing in the streets, a fire breather just to his left that he stopped to watch for a few moments. Another was putting fire in his mouth and it wasn't the first time he wondered how they did that shit without getting third degree burns on their tongues. You couldn't pay him to do it... well, maybe, as long as you weren't asking him to set his dick on fire.
His eyes landed on a mother and her little boy, hand in hand, walking down the street.
He looked away.
There were other acts going on near an empty bench, a bunch of dancers, both male and female, so he decided to take a seat and watch the entertainment. He leaned back, legs sprawled open comfortably and arm resting against the back of the bench as he turned his sights on the dancing. There were some good looking ladies in revealing but tastefully done clothes. He could get behind this. Most definitely.