Wednesday - Dean/Marceline/OTA
Already tensed to the core, Dean jumped right out of his seat, hand already on the hilt of the knife beneath his jacket before he realized he recognized that voice. The heat of fear-fueled anger that surged through him began to die down, but not noticeably so until he took his hand off the weapon.
Emerald eyes darted the room quickly, pausing themselves at the spot he knew he heard the voice come from at each pass. When he didn't see her, he could only assume she was unseeable. At the end of their search, his eyes settled on the empty space next to him.
"It's the magic juice that takes the crazy away," He explained with a hint of sarcasm. Who doesn't know what 'beer' is, anyway? "You know, you could've told me you weren't gonna show up when you showed up."