The time had come. Charlotte left John in charge of setting up the bar, giving him only the one request that he have a decent selection of beer, and did the work of dialing up the food. She knew she was going way over board. For all she knew no one might show up, even though she'd gotten a bit of a response to her invite. How could people
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He had two metal barrels filled with ice, one full of bottles of beer that he'd drank in his life, the other full of bottles of soda. He was keeping the hard liquor under slightly tighter guard. But he was ready for anything.
Except what Charlie came out wearing. He suddenly felt woefully under dressed.
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Dean takes the offered hand and shakes it firmly, turning that grin on John. He'd heard about the vampire deal; hell, he'd fixed up Inara. But he doesn't know the vampire was John, so he'll just continue to be blissfully unaware.
"Plenty of good music. The classics," Dean replies, and by that he means mostly Led Zeppelin, Boston, Kansas, Journey, and the other classic rock bands. Stuff no sane people can hate.
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"Uh. Hi there!"
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And then there's a random eighteen-year-old. Who looks vaguely familiar. Dean recognizes him as the nose-kid, and flashes him a grin. Why hello there, kid who Dean can quite possibly take under his wing. Dean sees potential. This is not a good thing.
"Hey there, kiddo. Good to see you're keeping your nose out of trouble," and yeah, that was a terrible pun, but Dean couldn't resist.
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"Aaaah," he grins, embarrassed, tapping his nose. "Yes. Nose. Funny!"
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"Go mingle, woman. You're distracting me."
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