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Day Fourteen - Morning
Who: Andy Gallagher and Elliot Reid
What: Andy's chill, Elliot's horny, and hilarity ensues.
Where: The Church
When: 9:45am
Rating: R
Status: Complete
Reminder: The Church is the site with the serenity enhancer and the carnival is the site with the sexual arousal enhancer.



The sun was shining through the cracked and dusty stained glass windows of the church when Andy had woken up. He grimaced slightly at the twinge in his back as he sat up in his pew and then stretched, yawning. "Hey, Elliot, get up. It's ni--" he paused, looking over his shoulder to where she'd been sleeping. The pew was vacated. "--ce out," he muttered to himself, sighing as he stood and stretched again. Ah, the serenity and silence of the church. He was getting used to the quiet and the alone time, but he'd kind of hoped Elliot would've stuck around; she was pretty cool. Maybe Sam would drag his little girlfriend over and then Andy wouldn't be all by himself for a while.

"Fuck it," he said with a shrug, setting his jaw against a yawn as he picked through his survival kit and took out his rolling papers and pot, carefully rationing out enough weed for a joint. "Oh baby, I missed you so fucking much," he laughed to himself, running his tongue carefully over the paper before rolling it and moving his finger over it to close it. Striking his lighter, Andy ignited the end of the joint, took a deep pull off it, and held the smoke, stinging, in his lungs as he made his way toward the front doors of the church and back out to sit on the steps. It really was kind of a gorgeous day. If he wasn't already feeling relaxed and smiling stupidly as he coughed once and exhaled the rest of the smoke, he'd have been a little worried about that, since the last time the weather was nice, the goddamn place crumbled on top of everyone.

All he needed to repeat the previous day now was for Luna to approach him completely out of nowhere, acting as though nothing bad or uncomfortable had happened between them only to leave all over again. Truthfully, every time he saw Luna now, he liked her less and less. He'd known girls like that back home. It was one thing to use him as a stepping stone to Dean Winchester, but it was completely another to keep coming back just to kick him when he was down.

At first, he hadn't thought she'd realized she was doing it, but with every time she came back only to leave him in the dust again, he started to think she was very much aware. Screw her, anyway, he kept having to tell himself. Elliot was a better roommate because he didn't secretly want to fuck her; there was no awkwardness there. She was cool. And normal. But that, perhaps, was Andy hitting below the belt, so it was time to pull focus away from the bitterness.

...and to a random stroll down memory lane? He saw in his mind's eye the beautiful brunette walking into a bar all on her own; the first time he'd met Tracy. That had been years ago.

Andy took the joint out of his mouth and held it out in front of himself to study it with a furrowed brow. What was up with this grass, anyway? "What. The. Fuck?" he laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back against one of the posts.