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Tweak says, "Sharkbait MOOHAAHAA"

Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-21 23:45:00

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!complete, day 04, dean winchester, location: museum, shannon rutherford

Day Four - Late Afternoon
Who: Dean Winchester & Shannon Rutherford
What: Meeting to do some apple picking (i.e. When Weevils Attack)
When: Late afternoon
Where: On the road between the museum & the gas station
Rating: R (these two and their language are notorious)
Status: Complete

There was no way he was going to sit around the museum looking at bad art until something happened to jog his memory. Sam hadn't been able to get it flowing again and there was nothing for him to do but let it come back naturally it seemed. And it wasn't like it was a long walk. Not to mention there would be beer at the end. That was what made it all the more worthwhile to swallow some more pride and meet Shannon for apple picking in the woods.

He was pretty sure that when they got down to hunting around the woods for apples or whatever that might be a code word for - who knew what she really meant? - she'd get sullen again like she had before if he didn't take the ego blows like he had before. He wondered if she was always touchy about people not needing/wanting her help or if she reserved that for people she thought might be dangerous - hence the metal bar. Well, he wasn't going to humor her ego at the expense of his own. Not too much. And if the journal was any indication, she might be in a better mood for having dipped into the sauce.

Which was something he figured he would ask her when he saw her. How was it that apples were in short supply but peppermint schnapps and skunky beer were available in spades? He smirked to himself as he kicked a rock along the crumbled road as he followed it in the direction of the gas station. He at least knew where that was in the scheme of things because he'd been there with the Doctor. It wasn't hard to follow the road out of town and it wasn't long before he saw her wandering toward him. Inclining his head to block the sun from his eyes as he watched her walk, he stopped and smiled at her.

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hellsboy
2009-04-23 10:36 am UTC (link)

"Eh, it's in there now. No sense in fishing it out." He was too distracted with trying to find apples now to really care about an empty beer can in his pocket. He supposed that he'd have to eventually get it out again but he was feeling lazy and the beer had apparently decided to combine with the last vestiges of whatever drug had been in his system from the asshole tattoo experiment and he was feeling more and more relaxed by the moment. Of course, it was impossible to get drunk on warm, skunky fishtank beer. Which was a good thing, he decided. He didn't need to be any further out of his mind than he had already been today.

"I knew it!" he said, hearing the eye roll in her tone and laughing. "I know your type. Always with the octopus arms and over-glossed lips. Well I'll tell you something right now. You won't get in my pants, Super Girl. No matter how hard you try, I will not let you take my uh virtue." He glanced over his shoulder at her and winked.

"Younger? No, I'm older than Sam," he said and then snorted in amusement as it dawned on her what she'd actually said. "We've graduated to insults on maturity levels. Nice! Yeah I think I'll have another beer." He glanced back at her and held out his hand for her to toss another can his direction, his expression playfully disapproving.

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