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Who: The wonder that is Diana iamwonder, Matt gamepatch, also Open to any of Thorn's residents and/or patrons! Come for the beer, stay for the METAL BATHING SUIT.
Where: Thorn
When: Now
Summary: METAL BATHING SUIT. for srs.
Rating: PGish
No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't save the Princess. There was something ironic about that. And the fact that he couldn't beat the simplest level of a game that he mastered back when someone had to hold him up so that he could even see the screen definitely said something. But he really didn't want to think about what it was saying.
Matt smacked his hand against the buttons before stepping away from the arcade game. "Whatever." The usual mantra when Matt was feeling something a little too sharply, like a single word of denial could cancel out his feelings completely. The redhead slouched down in his chair and reached for the bottle of Jack Daniels in the middle of the table.
"Property of Dean Winchester." Matt read the label that was taped on, an eyebrow arching at the title the older man had given himself. "Doctor Love." He shook his head, rubbing his thumb across the dust that had settled on the bottle. After a few seconds more he reached up to unscrew the lid and tip the bottle back. He'd seen Mello do it a million times in the past.
Maybe that's why it paused at his lips.
Matt sighed before lowering the liquor and sending it scooting across the table. "Fuck it." For when 'Whatever' didn't work.
Where: Thorn
When: Now
Summary: METAL BATHING SUIT. for srs.
Rating: PGish
No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't save the Princess. There was something ironic about that. And the fact that he couldn't beat the simplest level of a game that he mastered back when someone had to hold him up so that he could even see the screen definitely said something. But he really didn't want to think about what it was saying.
Matt smacked his hand against the buttons before stepping away from the arcade game. "Whatever." The usual mantra when Matt was feeling something a little too sharply, like a single word of denial could cancel out his feelings completely. The redhead slouched down in his chair and reached for the bottle of Jack Daniels in the middle of the table.
"Property of Dean Winchester." Matt read the label that was taped on, an eyebrow arching at the title the older man had given himself. "Doctor Love." He shook his head, rubbing his thumb across the dust that had settled on the bottle. After a few seconds more he reached up to unscrew the lid and tip the bottle back. He'd seen Mello do it a million times in the past.
Maybe that's why it paused at his lips.
Matt sighed before lowering the liquor and sending it scooting across the table. "Fuck it." For when 'Whatever' didn't work.