WHO: Ruby and OPEN! WHAT: Pondering and eating french fries WHEN: Thursday afternoon WHERE: The pub RATING: Likely high for language and talk of violence STATUS: Incomplete/Open!
Ruby sat at a stool at the bar in the pub with a glass of whiskey and a plate of fries. She had little interest in the other patrons, seeming almost angry as she popped another fry between her lips and chewed it slowly. Of course, being a demon, she was often angry. But seriously, fuck this place. She was about to school these people on just how scared they should be of her, instead of listening to them write her off one more time as being a bitch with a loud bark.
Throwing back the whiskey, she slammed it on the bar and demanded another, the glass shattering in her hand as she did so. But she cared not. She'd known such pain in her life that this was nothing, and she grinned a little as she picked the shards from her hand and licked the blood away. Her body would heal quickly and soon enough.
What was wrong with this place? Sam didn't even recognize her, which had pissed her off beyond measure. Dean was himself at least, and that was comforting in a sense, even if he was a stubborn, obnoxious little shit. There was, of course, little reason she couldn't kill him now. She'd had to be on his good side while she was manipulating Sam, but now that Lilith was dead and Lucifer risen, there was nothing stopping her from tearing him limb from limb. Twice.
She smiled at these happy thoughts and ate another fry, lifting her eyes to gaze around the pub, trying to decide if there were anyone here it would be interesting to harass. Her life had been far too boring and normal for a demon lately.