23: [Action/Video] Pirates

[dashboardlite]

Who'll make his mark
The captain cried
To the devil drink a toast
We'll glut the hold
With cups of gold
And we'll feed the sea with ghosts
I see your hunger for a fortune
Could be better
Served beneath my flag
If you've the stomach
For a broadside
Come aboard my pretty boys
I will take you and make you
Everything you've ever dreamed.
Obscenely loud music is

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[defiant_eye]

[ The music is too loud not to be heard, the day too boring not to have a look in person.

Elle approaches Dean and looks down on him, standing behind the divan. ]

I already regret asking, but what the fuck is going on?

[ The missing finger goes yet unnotices and so far she has no reason to believe that there's something missing under that eyepatch. ]

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[dashboardlite]

[Dean lifts the brim of his hat and tips his head back, sporting a winning smile.]

It's Pirate Day, baby. What, they don't have fun where you're from?

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[defiant_eye]

They have a rule that says I get to gut anyone who mentions pirates around me. Does that count?

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[dashboardlite]

Not if I'm a pirate, too.

[Taking off the ridiculous awesome hat, he lifts up the eyepatch to reveal a bandage over his right eye, gauzy and taped into place. Dean re-adjusts his patch and folds his hands on his stomach, giving Elle a pointed look.]

So what was that about gutting, sister?

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[defiant_eye]

[ Dean Winchester has a knack for achieving miracle over miracle, his actions so dashing and bold that he not only stops the future Apocalypse but also gets Elle Driver to shut up.

For a moment. ]

Matching look? For me? You shouldn't have.

[ The music may cover it up, but those words attempted to be said in a lighter tone were stuck quite firmly in Elle's throat and proved surprisingly difficult to get out. ]

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[dashboardlite]

[Dean takes pride in his ability to stun women speechless, so he'll count this as a minor victory.]

Aw, you know me. Most considerate guy on the block.

[He grins again, taking all of this in surprisingly good humor. Reaching for his flask again, he offers it to her.]

Grog?

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[defiant_eye]

[ What compassion is to the entirety of Elle's personality is approximately what a corn of sand is to the size of the Earth.

Congratulations, Mister Winchester. You just had a glance at that grain. Its next appearance is expected in roughly 347 years. Until then, let us never speak of it again.

Elle shoots him a look that says might as well and plops down next to him on the divan, taking a big swig from the flask. ]

...So am I gonna have to stand that music until somebody offs you and your eye grows back?

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[dashboardlite]

It's this or The Eagles.

[Dean smirks. He's not in the mood for anything else except maybe some Doobie Brothers, but nothing really suits his pirate theme. He could opt for the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack, but after a while it all sounds the same to him.]

Y'know, pretty sure this is the first time we've met in person. Who knew stabbing could bring people together?

[He takes a swig from the flask himself, settling his feet on the coffee table in front of him.]

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[defiant_eye]

Think more like your obsession with music.

[ She doesn't mind. Not blasphemy-in-the-library-mind, though she doesn't see the appeal. All it does is distract, distract and blast over the sound of footsteps as somebody sneaking up to you, blade in hand...

But enough of that. ]

...Stabbing?

[ Elle was curious about the eye incident, but that topic is one area in which her disregard for other people's privacy doesn't apply. Though if Dean actually offers the information willingly... ]

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[dashboardlite]

[Ah, but there are worse things to be obsessed with, milady.]

Yep.

[He peels the gold leaf off of another piece of chocolate candy, popping it into his mouth and chewing it thoughtfully.]

Someone didn't think my eyes were pretty enough.

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[defiant_eye]

Now that's just plain impolite.

[ She motions for Dean to pass her the flask again. ]

Taught them some manners?

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[dashboardlite]

[He hands her the flask, knocking the hat off his head and onto the floor next to the divan.]

If they'd stayed conscious long enough, I would've. You pay 'em back in kind, too?

[Dean nods at Elle's eye patch, his voice taking the remarkable 'you don't hafta tell me if you don't wanna' tone.]

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[defiant_eye]

...Interesting way of putting it.

[ She doesn't believe in 'teaching some manners' meaning anything but murder which makes Dean's response strange, unless metaphorical. Interestingly metaphorical. ]

Paid him back alright. Wasn't too kind about it.

[ The story stays with Elle, but the very rough summary is acceptable. ]

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[dashboardlite]

[You know Dean. The Master of Metaphors. He would have majored in English if he'd ever gone to college.]

So what's your universe like, anyway? Is it crap, or pretty good compared to- [Dean gesture-flails around them.] -All this?

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[defiant_eye]

Crap just about sums it up. Same song, different verse.

Little short on demons though.

[ Unless you count the personal kind. ]

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[dashboardlite]

[Same song, different verse.

He feels like he's told someone else the exact same thing before.]

Demons ain't all they're cracked up to be. After a while they just get on your damn nerves.