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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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[forgottenmotley]

Over there is a guy dressed in tattered motley sniggering madly.

[hopeitsworthit]

Motley. Seriously?

And he's the one laughing?

Please.

Dean'll wait until he's loaded down with alcohol to roll his eyes.

[forgottenmotley]

Yes. Motley. A Victorian era jacket and top hat to be exact, a plain walking stick by his side.

"You look like you need more drink than you have," he calls out, laughter still in his voice and bells ringing as he speaks.

The funny thing is there aren't any bells about him and the bells aren't heard so much as heard where the mind thinks they should be heard.

[hopeitsworthit]

Yeah, Dean's still giving him the stink-eye.

Funny how the fake bells ringing in his head don't really help with that.

"Yeah? Guess that's somethin' I should fix pretty soon."

Maybe when Creepy McJingles is somewhere else.

Who knows?

[forgottenmotley]

The stink-eye completely - or so it appears - goes unnoticed. He still is full of good cheer.

"Perhaps you should change your clothes sooner for I may find myself out of a title," he teases. Yes. Your discomfort only amuses him more Dean.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yeah? You try getting somethin' out of Bar that she doesn't want to give you."

Yes, blame Bar, Dean.

That will make everything better.

[forgottenmotley]

"It's called charm. Some people have it." He pats the bar lightly. "That's how you get something from her."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean very obviously fails to roll his eyes.

"Yeah, tell me about it."

[forgottenmotley]

"Of course it does help if you're not dressed up looking so ridiculous that making you change would completely devoid the bar of any sort of entertainment for the evening."

[hopeitsworthit]

"The bar'll always have you, though, won't it? So I think I'm fine."

Here's hoping.

[forgottenmotley]

"Of course it will. I'm the Fool."

[hopeitsworthit]

"No," Dean says. "Really?"

Color him so not surprised.

[forgottenmotley]

He stares at Dean, a small but amused look on his face. "Do you even know what that means?" he asks, bells ringing as he does so.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Would you knock that off?"

What?

The bells are fricking annoying, okay?

[forgottenmotley]

"The bells? I would if I could, but I can't. The Fool must have bells."

There's a shrug.

He knows the bells are annoying. They annoy him too.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Sucks to be you."

To be fair, it probably sucks to be most people.

Especially the kind of people that come to Milliways.