At the Market

Oct 21, 2009 12:18

Bobby Singer was sittin' in the Market with a table full of women's clothing.

Well, it was more'n that, but most of what he had was just girly stuff in general, though there were a few other things like a laptop and a digital camera. Bobby'd had it all ever since Bela'd disappeared, and really, he wasn't sure why he'd kept hold of it for so goddamn long. He supposed some small part of him was keepin' it just in case she came back, knowin' she'd be pissed if she did and found out he'd had a bunch of her stuff and had given it away. But it had been a while now, and Bobby really didn't see the need to keep takin' up space in his panic room with shit like dresses and makeup and Gucci bags.

Bobby wasn't even sure what the hell he wanted for the stuff. He probably would've been okay with givin' it all away, and he had given a few things away to the ladies he was close to, but he supposed there wasn't no harm in gettin' a little somethin' in return, even if it was just a batch of cookies. He wasn't lookin' for anything big, anyhow. Whatever folks wanted to offer him would probably be all right, long as it was reasonable.

Bobby settled in and waited for folks to stop at the table. He was willin' to sit there all day, but was hopin' it wouldn't take that long. At least some of the stuff he had was bound to be snatched up pretty quick, by interested women or guys lookin' to get stuff for the women in their lives. That perfume, for one, would make a great gift.

[Come barter for stuff or just say hi! See this post in Slated for more info and to see what he's got. ST/LT welcome as usual.]

buffy summers, nicolette grant, coraline jones, bobby singer, natalya zamyatin

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