Re: Later in the evening: Scud + Open
Dean tipped his head back and looked up at Cas. "Scud found Stoner Samandriel," he said, totally serious. The alliteration was almost perfect. He fuckin' loved it. There was something deeper there, though, but Cas would tell him if he was seeing something weirdly demonic or evilly angelic right? Yeah. Actually, Samandriel would've been all over that. Shit. Shit had the kid seen the other kid? Fuck that had the potential to go all sorts of bad, especially in dim basement lighting.
The plate of mozzarella sticks went on the little table (some guy had an excessive tables in the house fetish and Danny was pretty sure it was Captain Intensity.) and Danny produced a very finely rolled joint. He had many wide and varied skills and those nimble fingers were totally awesome not only at stealing stuff, but rolling things. He took the first drag of it once it was properly lit, and while he was holding it in his lungs, passed it off to Scud, exhaling only once he leaned against the wall.
"You the guy who made those things?" he gestured at the mozz sticks.