An extremely heavy, loud bass-beat is thumping down the hallways and spewing out of the library.
Dean has acquired a boombox.
He's also legitimately doing research, for once in his life, plucking books here and there and stacking them in a rather haphazard fashion on the nearest table, all the while singing along to
Separate Ways by one of the
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Hey, that's a good song.
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[Dean shouts over the music, leaning to one side to turn it down just a tiny bit, grinning at her.] How you doin', sweetheart?
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[ Picking nonchalantly at her fingernails, 'kay? ] You?
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[Mostly because Dean is terrified of being in airplanes, and being in a spaceship was infinitely worse.]
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Good ol' terra firma?
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[He stresses that, raking a hand through his hair.] I got a thing about planes. Don't like 'em.
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Wanna' get some drinks?
[ ooc: I am SO sorry, I just realized this was an action post. I prostrate myself before you and appeal to your sense of mercy. ]
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[He huffs a sigh.]
...yeah, actually. I could go for a drink.
[ ooc; It's fine. xD I didn't catch it at first either. We'll pretend he had his comm unit out. ]
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[He nods curtly, reaching over to turn off the communicator. It isn't long before he rambles back up to the tenth floor, knocking on her door and leaning against the jamb.]
Hope you got whiskey. [He chuckles, waiting.]
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'course I got whiskey! [ Comes the answer from inside, just moments before she actually answers the door. She's dressed a bit more conservatively than she was their first meeting. It's winter, after all. If she didn't wear a sweatshirt along with those short shorts, she'd freeze to death.
Oh, you bet her sweet ass the short shorts are still clad, though. ]
You think I'm some kinda' neanderthal? 'Hope you got whiskey...' [ She scoffs, motioning him inside. ]
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Hey, can't take any risks. Summa these people around here don't know what they're missing.
[Shuffling into the room, he offers Rogue a wicked grin.] Make any bathtub moonshine lately, sweetheart?
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[ Rogue pushes the door shut behind him and floats over to the closet. She's gotten into the habit of flying everywhere. Walking is for chumps. ]
Got a nice cistern in here though. It's better hand-made than comin' outta' these damn closets. [ She smirks. ] Not sure you could handle my moonshine, boy.
[ She retrieves a short, squat bottle of Jack and tosses it in Dean's direction. ]
Heads up.
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Grappling with reality for a moment, Dean forces himself to realize that not only has he witnessed weirder stuff, but he vaguely remembers this from his comic books.
...Okay, panic attack averted.]
Thanks.
[He deftly catches the bottle and unscrews the cap, taking a sip and hissing as it burns his throat in all the right ways. Dean throws himself on the nearest couch and grins winningly at her.]
How come every time we meet you're always armed with liquor? Not tryin' to take advantage of me, are ya? [He's teasing, obviously, despite the slightly-suggestive smile.]
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[ Truth.
Rogue digs through the closet for a few moments longer, emerging with a sealed mason jar of her own liquor. She drifts over to the couch to join Dean, settling down beside him as she struggles momentarily with the lid. ]
So why ain't you one for flyin'? Can't tell you how many times we crashed the jet, and we all come out of it fine.
[ Of course, "we" implies "myself and several other people with superhuman abilities" and that may have tipped the odds in their favor just a BIT. ]
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[He answers quickly.] Last time I was on a flight, the goddamn co-pilot was possessed by a demon, and that leaves an impression on somebody.
[Dean takes a hearty swig of Jack, coughing and looking at the bottle for a moment before turning to Rogue.]
I don't think it counts when it's you, sweetheart. You an' all your academy buddies are special, remember?
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