Who: Alec McDowell (Dark Angel), Dean Winchester (Supernatural) What: Face twins trolling. Where: The Rabbit Hole. When: Thursday Night, the 29th. Ratings/Warnings: TBD, likely low/none Status: In Progress
Alec had a job. A genuine artifact, 9-5 kind of deal. Not running packages and mostly pawning them off on Cindy or Sketchy and then sitting back and talking shit with Normal, but an actual job. He was pretty sure the thought might give him hives if he dwelt on it. He hadn't been big on routine since he was still marching for Manticore. But hey, he was working at a pharmacy. They didn't know how the hell people were up and disappearing back where they came from, but if Alec got any kind of warning, he could clean the place out and take it back with Max and make a killing. Plus have antibiotics and supplements on hand for the transgenics that needed it. Win win.
Plus Max had smacked him and told him she'd kick his ass down the stairs if he didn't stop sponging off her food. And Alex liked to eat. The town was too small to steal anything without getting caught - oh how he missed the huddled masses of Seattle and the oblivious, easily paid-off sector cops - so job it was.
He'd almost rethought it when he'd seen the plastic pink nameplate he had to wear though. This town needed some damn dignity was what it needed. But Alec had put it on, reluctant or no. The pharmacist (Tom Clark, AKA Sneezy the Dwarf, what the hell was he even living in around here) did most of the work, which left Alec to just ring crap up and flirt with the customers who came in. (Which he was going to take a leap on and say he was way better at than Sneezy.) It was boring, but not bad. Plus after the first person who came in for rash cream, Alec had figured out working here might get him either hilarious stories or blackmail material for years once he memorized what all the meds were for. (Which he mostly did with the common ones over lunch. Some of the generic names had been throwing him at first.)
So all in all, not a bad day. If he was already a little twitchy with the sameness of the days, well, he was probably better off than Max. Alec always had been better at kicking back and doing nothing than she and Logan were. They always had to have their do-gooder fingers into something. Alec was usually just along for the ride.
He headed for the Rabbit Hole after work though, deciding it was well earned. He was well into his third drink (not that they had all that much punch) and hovering near the pool tables, watching people ineptly shot a few rounds while trying to decide which one had the most money to fleece with a game when the guy at the table nodded past Alec's shoulder. "Friend of yours?"
Alec turned, expecting to see Max scowling at him, for something or another. He didn't know that many others. But his eyebrows climbed when he saw himself, standing there. Or an older, more weathered version of himself. Alec was still not entirely sure he wasn't just an older model, but considering he came with a brother and a history Alec had perused on the internet, he thought the guy probably wasn't. Alec was a little glad of that. He didn't need more of his model number running around, considering how the one before him ran right off the rails. "Hey, look at that. Almost the most handsome guy in this joint. Dean, right? Looks like the thirties are gonna be pretty decent to me."