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A thick plume of iridescent bubbles blows across the bar.
They slowly drift to the floor, popping against the wood. A moment passes. And then another plume.
Castiel had not approached Bar with any real purpose this evening. But as he had stood there, a small plastic bottle had appeared. It was filled with a soapy-smelling concoction, and had come with a plastic stick with an open circle at one end.
Fortunately, directions had been printed on the bottle, otherwise Castiel might still be attempting to puzzle out the purpose of the liquid and wand. Instead, he watches as the latest crop of bubbles blinks out of existence, then gravely dips the wand into the liquid again, and blows a new batch.
If nothing else, there will be one very clean patch of floor in Milliways.
They slowly drift to the floor, popping against the wood. A moment passes. And then another plume.
Castiel had not approached Bar with any real purpose this evening. But as he had stood there, a small plastic bottle had appeared. It was filled with a soapy-smelling concoction, and had come with a plastic stick with an open circle at one end.
Fortunately, directions had been printed on the bottle, otherwise Castiel might still be attempting to puzzle out the purpose of the liquid and wand. Instead, he watches as the latest crop of bubbles blinks out of existence, then gravely dips the wand into the liquid again, and blows a new batch.
If nothing else, there will be one very clean patch of floor in Milliways.