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[hopeitsworthit]

There are days that it really ain't worth getting out of bed. Dean's kinda hoping tomorrow isn't gonna be one of those days, because today was pretty shitty.

Goddamn crazy-ass shapeshifters turning into movie monsters is no one's idea of a good time

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[untiedtheknots]

"I'm not...gonna say anything.

I'm just gonna leave this here."

Artemis sets a flask down on the bartop.

(Outfits of this caliber require dipping into the secret stash.)

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean grabs the flask like a drowning man grabs a at a lifesaver.

Three swallows later --

"You gonna hold it against me if I call you my new best friend?"

[untiedtheknots]

"I'll find some way to forgive you."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Awesome."

He takes another long swallow.

"You will not even believe the day I've had."

Though, you know. All the talking with Jamie was pretty nice.

[untiedtheknots]

"I probably will not."

There is a pointed glance at The Outfit, followed by careful consideration.

"Sound of Music flashmob?"

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean blinks. Twice.

He tries taking a swig from the flask in order to make things make sense.

" . . . . . . Flashmob?"

Someone is a little out of touch with the internet age.

(Ya think?)

[untiedtheknots]

She shakes her head.

"Don't worry about it.

So, other than a blind date with Swiss Miss, I'm running out of guesses."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean snorts.

"Yeah, I wish."

Hey, that Swiss Miss chick is hot. And animated, okay, but if she weren't --

"Your people down with a little thing called Oktoberfest?"

It's probably the safest explanation of the lot.

[untiedtheknots]

"Yeah...."

She made the mistake of going with Dionysus once; brother-sister bonding trip, he said. She was hungover for most of November.

"But I'm pretty sure they didn't make us dress up."

[hopeitsworthit]

"I take back the friend thing."

Way to rub it in, Artemis.

[untiedtheknots]

"Fine."

Then she is so taking back that flask.

Payback's a bitch, Dean.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Hey!"

He makes a grab for it, but is pretty much already resigned to failure.

Goddammit.

[untiedtheknots]

She blocks his grab with one arm, completes the booze theft (restoration of property?) with the other.

Mmm, victory is sweet (with a touch of afterburn).

She'll share again.

In a minute.

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean is too manly to sulk.

Really.

Ignore the leather shorts.

"Aw, come on. I take it back?"

Uh.

"Again?"

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis does not giggle, because that would lead to sputtering and wasting this very fine booze.

Instead, she hands the flask back.

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean takes it and downs a hefty swallow.

Then, because someone in his life taught him manners (or, you know, tried) --

He passes the flask back.