Who: Buffy and Dean What: Beer When: Evening Where: A bar not far from the apartments Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Beer just seemed like a good idea at this point. A week of being a child and now some seer who just knew everything was making her twitchy. She knew Dean had to deal with little Sam, so that was probably awkward as well. So the beer invitation was extended. She liked Dean, on some levels it sort of felt like they had been through a lot of the same things. Almost like she could understand him a bit better than a few people. Yeah, they were different. Maybe it was the little siblings thing that they had to fight so hard to protect. Or having died, and crawled their way out of their own graves. Maybe it was a lot of things.
Either way she found him easy to get a long with. The bar wasn't that nice, a bit of a dive but the glasses seemed clean and they had beer. Good enough for her. When they entered the building, she shrugged off her jacket and looked around with mild interest.
She glanced at Dean before heading over to a table for two, with stools that had backs. Hanging her jacket off the chair she slid into one stool and snatched the beer menu from off the counter. Bring it on. Maybe some wings too. Or fries. Or anything she could just pick at.