A hangover is the wrath of grapes
Who: wearinandtearin and wingsandwill
When: Evening of September 26th at the same time as this log.
Where: Some bar. Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moon light.
Summary: Dean walks into a bar... It's the beginning of a bad joke especially if Cas is involved... or maybe a very good joke.
Warnings: drunk angel.
So that evening he was going to a bar without his mother. Which was ideal most nights because he worried about her the last time even though rationally he knew she could handle herself. It was more than just worry for her safety. But this time he was going alone, which some would look down upon and likely label him as an alcoholic for, but whatever. He was an alcoholic and he didn't really care about that or what any random person thought of it.
But this time he walked into a bar and saw a familiar face. He could drink alone just fine, but it was more interesting abusing booze with someone riding shotgun. It was even more interesting if that someone was an angel turned mortal. He'd seen Cas drink, but it was just a casual kind of thing and it had peaked his interest in what the guy could be like with a few more in him. Maybe the stick would dissolve from his ass.
"Cas." He said as he came to sit next to him, then pondered the fact that the last time they saw each other, it involved alcohol too. Maybe it was a thing. "So do you just drink on days that end in 'Y' or every day?"
When: Evening of September 26th at the same time as this log.
Where: Some bar. Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moon light.
Summary: Dean walks into a bar... It's the beginning of a bad joke especially if Cas is involved... or maybe a very good joke.
Warnings: drunk angel.
So that evening he was going to a bar without his mother. Which was ideal most nights because he worried about her the last time even though rationally he knew she could handle herself. It was more than just worry for her safety. But this time he was going alone, which some would look down upon and likely label him as an alcoholic for, but whatever. He was an alcoholic and he didn't really care about that or what any random person thought of it.
But this time he walked into a bar and saw a familiar face. He could drink alone just fine, but it was more interesting abusing booze with someone riding shotgun. It was even more interesting if that someone was an angel turned mortal. He'd seen Cas drink, but it was just a casual kind of thing and it had peaked his interest in what the guy could be like with a few more in him. Maybe the stick would dissolve from his ass.
"Cas." He said as he came to sit next to him, then pondered the fact that the last time they saw each other, it involved alcohol too. Maybe it was a thing. "So do you just drink on days that end in 'Y' or every day?"