Re: Later in the evening: Scud + Open
"This's Danny, dude," Scud said, because he was chill and he was pretty sure he knew what was going on as far as the idea of funny rocks. Not the drug kind. No weird doubles either.
Really not the drug kind actually because he wasn't into that shit either. Either way, he let out a snort of a laugh and plopped himself down on the floor in front of the couch before going through his pockets. "We carryon' our own," he repeated the question in a near sing song. "Sit still. Keep a load off. Sup, Cas."
Captain Intensity only offered a look of vague confusion before nodding slightly at the other mechanic and burying his fingers in Dean's hair. Mostly he was confused why there was someone named Danny in his basement, carrying mozzarella sticks and offering weed smoking. He looked a little like his brother, but not quite. Clearly, no wings, anyway.