Devil's Nest, Monday, 5/13

[bitten_notshy]

There was a club. And in the club, there was a Jack. He was tending to the club's needs while also trying to finish a term paper on naval leadership in the Canary islands during the Anglo-Spanish wars of the 16th century in time to email it in and, possibly, finally finish his bloody sophomore year of college so he could move on in university and

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[not_a_whiner]

Next time someone asks if I want to see how fast a car can go, remind me to say no, Kaidan texted, unaware of any drunk texting going on anywhere else.

[bitten_notshy]

Will do. How fast is it going? Jack had to ask the relevant questions, here.

[not_a_whiner]

Pretty fast.

Thank you, Kaidan. was that an exact measurement?

[bitten_notshy]

Metric or Imperial pretty fast? Jack shrugged, tapped out another question.

Whose car?

So he either knew who to blame, or could ask them for a ride. Or possibly both.

[not_a_whiner]

You know Dean Winchester?

That should really say it all, shouldn't it?

[bitten_notshy]

The one whose family kills things like me? Jack inquired. We've met.

He didn't actually hold life as a hunter against Dean; it just stuck in his memory.

[not_a_whiner]

Sadly, text messages didn't really convey tone.

I told him there was nothing to hunt on the island, Kaidan typed quickly. Didn't mention you either. You're good, I think.

[bitten_notshy]

Thanks, Jack tapped back, irony-free. I talked around it. No sense working him up.

A pause, then:

Have a good ride!

[not_a_whiner]

That's really helpful, Jack.

Hopefully the sarcasm did come across.

[bitten_notshy]

Sorry. I'll resume trying to make the car slow down with the power of my mind now.

Perfect solution, right? At least, if more sarcasm was going to help.

[not_a_whiner]

Hugely appreciated.

The sarcasm was strong with these two.