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dr. sexy, md (badass) wrote in payline,

Days passed strange in a place that didn't seem to be connected to anything except itself. The time there wasn't reliant on news reports or papers and the radios didn't have DJs cracking jokes about the previous night's entertainment. All that seemed to matter was the Mandalay, its people, its happenings, yet no one appeared to be recording any of it for the sake of posterity or whatever and damn, was he really going down the Man of Letter Lane or what?

Grabbing the drinks they'd gotten with their burgers, Dean rolled his eyes at Faith, "Yeah, yeah, I can tell you're desperately disappointed with my company. Don't even lie. You know I'm your favorite drinking buddy now. Who introduced you to the magic that is the Purple Nurple, huh? That's real friendship right there."

He followed her over to a table, eyes fixed more on her ass than the tray of food she carried which said a lot more about her attributes than it did about anything else. There wasn't a lot that Dean Winchester liked better than a good burger. Faith was worth noticing.

"I say we make it a regular habit. We might want to add a little activity to our plans if we intend to become regular gluttons though."

Dean moved to slide into one side of the booth as he waited on her response.