girl, you'll be a woman soon
Characters: Dean Winchester & Catty Turner [closed]
Location: Catty's place --> fancy restaurant
Planet: Coruscant
When: 8pm; this night
What: Celebrating Catty's 18th birthday. o______o
Rating: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
As Dean yanked his topmost button open so he could breathe, he wondered exactly how he'd gotten to the point where he'd get dressed up for a barely legal babe. He had to admit, it wasn't like she was like any other eighteen year old he knew, with that whole... goddess thing or whatever, not to mention that this place was freaking weird enough that this shouldn't rate too high on the bizarre scale, all things considered.
But still, making moves on a girl while out celebrating her eighteenth birthday would be a new level of classy, even for him. Not that that was what he intended to do, or was even angling for, but it sure as hell crossed his mind when she opened the door.
The best she'd gotten out of him in terms of apparel was something like his 'work uniform' back home - a suit that would have made him a passable FBI agent or health inspector or whatever else he was selling on any given day.
Nobody, but nobody, rated a friggin' tux. Never again.
"... Hey," he said, greeting her with a cocky smirk. "You ready?"
Location: Catty's place --> fancy restaurant
Planet: Coruscant
When: 8pm; this night
What: Celebrating Catty's 18th birthday. o______o
Rating: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
As Dean yanked his topmost button open so he could breathe, he wondered exactly how he'd gotten to the point where he'd get dressed up for a barely legal babe. He had to admit, it wasn't like she was like any other eighteen year old he knew, with that whole... goddess thing or whatever, not to mention that this place was freaking weird enough that this shouldn't rate too high on the bizarre scale, all things considered.
But still, making moves on a girl while out celebrating her eighteenth birthday would be a new level of classy, even for him. Not that that was what he intended to do, or was even angling for, but it sure as hell crossed his mind when she opened the door.
The best she'd gotten out of him in terms of apparel was something like his 'work uniform' back home - a suit that would have made him a passable FBI agent or health inspector or whatever else he was selling on any given day.
Nobody, but nobody, rated a friggin' tux. Never again.
"... Hey," he said, greeting her with a cocky smirk. "You ready?"