Who: Dean and Tabby What: Pie related goodness Where: Among the hallways, cafs, and wherever else When: Shortly after this (I meant to put this up last night!) Rating: TBD
Tabby leaned against one of the walls near the caff placing her arms behind her back. It had been one of those days that just seemed to drag on and on and just wouldn't go away. She knew exactly why that was too. It always seemed like the more you try to avoid dealing with something, the more time just slowed down. The rational side of her brain told her to just go talk to Cox. Maybe that would give her enough brownie points to maybe getting out of here quicker. But, Tabby never really listened to that voice. So she did what she always did, told it to shut up and kept plugging away.
When she had decided that she had just about all she could take of just sitting around staring at a book that she would never read, and sick of listening to the same songs over and over again on the mp3 player that thankfully, she was allowed to have. So, seizing the opportunity to actually go out and do something fun she spent a good amount of time trying to track down Dean, which lead her to where she was now. Standing in a hallway trying to formulate a way to get some pie. It shouldn't be that hard after all. She had been swiping jelly doughnuts for the Little King for a while now (even if it wasn't exactly what he craved, but close enough for jazz right?). So if sweet talk didn't work, then perhaps a distraction of some sort? She could only hope that Dean wasn't opposed to being slightly deceptive if it came to that.