Pick-up Service
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~ Oh my, would the boys be in trouble if I had a say... Just one word: SFTCOL(AR)S
A/N: Response to Enkidu07 and the gang’s Drabble Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate.
~ And muchísimas gracias to my twin sister twinchy for the beta!
First Published: 05/11/2008
Summary:
Sam’s voice gave away his utter surprise. “Dean, are you drunk?”
Prompt: skin
“…skin you-” Dean slurred through the phone.
“You what?!” Sam’s voice gave away his utter surprise. “Dean, are you drunk?”
“course ‘m drunk, Sammy. Why’ls’m ’skin’ you t’pick me up?”
“You took the car. It’s more than a half hour’s walk to the bar, Dean,” the younger brother protested.
“Then hurry, dud… dude,” a faint snicker made its way through the speaker, “don’ think they’re open s’long.” With that, the call disconnected.
Sam looked at his cell phone in exasperation, shaking his head. “Jerk,” he muttered fondly in the general direction of the bar and reached for his jacket.
The End
.
~ Oh my, would the boys be in trouble if I had a say... Just one word: SFTCOL(AR)S
A/N: Response to Enkidu07 and the gang’s Drabble Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate.
~ And muchísimas gracias to my twin sister twinchy for the beta!
First Published: 05/11/2008
Summary:
Sam’s voice gave away his utter surprise. “Dean, are you drunk?”
Prompt: skin
“…skin you-” Dean slurred through the phone.
“You what?!” Sam’s voice gave away his utter surprise. “Dean, are you drunk?”
“course ‘m drunk, Sammy. Why’ls’m ’skin’ you t’pick me up?”
“You took the car. It’s more than a half hour’s walk to the bar, Dean,” the younger brother protested.
“Then hurry, dud… dude,” a faint snicker made its way through the speaker, “don’ think they’re open s’long.” With that, the call disconnected.
Sam looked at his cell phone in exasperation, shaking his head. “Jerk,” he muttered fondly in the general direction of the bar and reached for his jacket.
The End
.