sam winchester (neversurrender) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-01-27 09:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, christopher pike (movies), sam winchester |
Who: Sam Winchester & Christopher Pike
What: getting drinks, discussing classes and life experiences and so on.
When: Tuesday night
Where: Sam's bar
Warnings: TBD, probably nothing much aside from mentions of weapons/war
Going out was a much needed break from studying. Sam had been doing almost nothing but study for the last few days; having agreed that Cas could go to the healer of his choice, not much was needed from Sam at this point, and he had an exam coming up. The one that determined whether or not he was policeman material. He felt fairly confident that he'd pass it-- he'd yet to meet a test he couldn't pass-- but he wanted to ace it, to prove that they hadn't only chosen him because they needed his particular brand of expertise in a world that had gone mad and another hand carrying a gun. He was out to prove that he was undisputedly right for the job, and that he'd be good at it. More to himself than anyone else, probably.
But he put the books aside and headed for the tower-- taking Illyana up on her offer of teleportation, since the snow was piling up so high-- and took an old and familiar spot on one of the barstools at Sam's Bar & Grill. He ordered a beer, and turned around on his stool to look at the other refugees around him. He didn't come here nearly as often now that he didn't work here or live in the tower, but he'd been behind that bar for almost two years, and it still felt homey to him.
Spotting Pike across the room, he waved and rose from his stool to meet him. "I've got a couple spots here, or we could grab a booth," he said, after normal greetings had been exchanged. "Whichever you prefer. At least it's pretty cozy in here in the middle of all this snow, yeah?"