God was looking forward to pizza with Pickles. She'd need her strength for later that evening, as she was going to see Angelina Strange, and then Sam Winchester after that. After shrugging on a button up shirt she chose to leave open, she rebuttoned her jeans and slipped on some flip flops.
Running a hand through her short choppy blond hair, she grinned. Man, it was great being a guy. She never had to worry about looking bad.
Poofing over to Pickles' house, she landed on the front porch, knocking on the door. "Hey gorgeous, get your girly ass out here. It's time for you to buy me some fucking pizza, bitch."