Aug 15, 2009 23:59
"--Dude, hand over the freaking tequila or I'll end you, Winchester."
This would be some low grumbling of the male sort, largely impossible to understand. Then, loud and clear and from a slayer:
"Body shots?"
Then there was no more.
Unless you're Dean and Faith, then there's more. Because Faith hipbumped her Tablet and that bit was an accident. So this part is just them, drinking and chilling.
"Unless you're chicken." Faith grins, all teeth and smugness. She's a mite unsettled, all right? "Come on, babe. Put your money where that pretty mouth is."
[ooc: OH RIGHT. Tablet for anyone wishing to be like REALLY, FAITH? REALLY? Action for Dean, then for Giles later because... we are bad people, the end. THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.]
{ rupert giles,
{ dean winchester,
{ faith lehane