Karrin Murphy (i_putontheboots) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-07-09 18:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, karrin murphy |
...then have a really awkward hangover. (Murphy/Dean)
Sleeping in Harry's bed, seeing him try to stretch out the kinks--and not in a fun way--after sleeping on the too-short couch for weeks was getting old. Knowing she was a trespasser on another woman's turf was also getting old. Especially when it didn't take much to guess that said woman was tiptoeing around her. It wasn't as if either of the three of them had anything to hide from one another.
Harry was alive and well. Murphy had her reassurance that he wasn't going to disappear, nor was she going crazy. Now, it was time to move on to plan B. Which was to go back to what she had been planning to do before Harry had gone missing: Go get really drunk, and then have sex with the first reasonably healthy male who walked by.
Sitting at the bar, in a little red blouse and black skirt that she'd bought with magical money that appeared out of nowhere, she was working on the drunk part. Now, she was keeping her eye out for reasonably the healthy male. And if anyone so much as whispered 'cougar' in her general direction, she was going to break something.