Meg Masters (demon_queen) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-10-12 19:05:00 |
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Who: Meg Masters (au) and Sam Winchester (adult)
Where: The Pub
What: Two old enemies run into each other
When: Sometime Saturday 12 October
Rating: Possibly high, for language if nothing else
Open: No
Status: Closed/Ongoing
Meg had weighed her options as far as evening entertainment went, and they were coming up distinctly lacking. She’d been out scouting the town once more but, and she wasn’t sure if she was thankful for this or not, she hadn’t run into anyone or anything. Nothing had come along to alleviate her boredom and the habit of living on the run hadn’t quite left her. She doubted if it ever would. Lately her evenings had been spent pacing the house she and Dean had taken over, trying to not to climb the walls. She was sure her agitation was starting to get on his nerves, and she didn’t want to add stress to…whatever their relationship was. Where they friends? Were they merely comrades in arms? She was having a hard time telling now that they were off the road and more or less settled, even if only temporarily.
Alcohol would help. Alcohol always helped. The trouble was, in all her wanderings, she had yet to locate a liquor store. She had, however, followed her doppelganger’s advice and managed to find a bar. It wasn’t much to look at, but it served its purpose and she had a feeling that one flash of black eyes would let her walk out with whatever she wanted, top shelf whiskey included. That would bring a smile to Dean’s face.
The place was, for the moment, empty save her and the bartender and, indulging in a moment of her old desire for solitude, she settled on a stool rather than taking what she wanted and leaving. Dean could wait. As the bartender sidled up to her, she winked a bit flirtatiously and ordered a double of good Kentucky bourbon. Looking around, she didn’t spot any ashtrays and sighed. Damn health craze took all the fun out of almost everything in the world. When her drink arrived, she took a long swallow, savoring the way the alcohol burned its way down her throat. The way it was savory yet hot, the way it filled her with a warmth that was at once painful and pleasant…Lucifer help her, it reminded her of home. |