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[wichita_kansas]

Who: THE EVIL WARDEN PUB THREAD: OPEN. No thread order! Start 'em up!
When: Immediately after the flood begins.
Where: The pub.
Warning: Who knows? Will tag as the magic happens. [First warning: Mirror Howie is a pimp. Someone needs to champion for his virginity!]

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[gunsnleather]

John finally stumbled down to the bar, finding a place near the corner. He already had a beer in hand, his mood a dark one. He still thought it was a huge inconvenience that he had to come down to this damn place to get more alcohol. If he were in charge of this place, beer would be stocked in every room. Every. And be bottomless. Because nothing else besides drowning sorrows of lost loved ones mattered.

[born_in_blood]

Dexter had hoped to find John in his cabin so he could help him to the bar, but it turned out that he'd left already. When Dexter arrived at his cabin, his door was open and he could see a twenty-four pack of beer empty, and on the floor. He knew where to find him if he'd run out of drink.

Dexter found his way to the bar and began shouting at the door. He wouldn't be able to get in without his Warden, but he figured John would oblige since Dexter usually brought him drinks until he couldn't walk back to his cabin.

[gunsnleather]

When he heard the yells of his inmate, John reluctantly stood from his seat and tottered to the door, opening it and standing aside to let him in. "Dexter," he grumbled, the name slurring.

[born_in_blood]

Dexter held up a hand in greeting, seeming as cheerful as normal. "Greetings there, chief. What's the news for today? Anything exciting going on for you? Gonna see the boys today, perhaps?" Despite his reservations about his Warden, Sam wasn't a bad kid. Just a mislead, frat-boy drunk. He wasn't acquainted with Dean because, well, Dean was Michael. He wanted Sam to have a relationship with his father, at least.

[gunsnleather]

John held up a hand to stop his inmate's talking. People talking too much when he was drunk wasn't something he enjoyed. As for seeing his boys, he wasn't exactly keen on doing so, especially with his oldest giving him lip. His fist curled as he thought of his oldest. "No boys. Not right now. Dean needs his ass kicked. D'you want a drink?"