Why Hello Pretty Lady
It was another shitty bar, in another shitty town. They were hunting down a particularly nasty Japanese spirit, of all fucking things, and after seeing a string of corpses that had been asphyxiated or with slit throats, and peeled skin, Dean thought he'd earned his intoxication and whatever pretty woman he happened to stumble home with. Celebration of being alive, whatever excuse seemed convenient for having a lot of sex right now
He sat down at the bar with a grin, ordered himself a double whiskey, straight up, and let his green eyes scan over the crowd. Overall, it was honestly pretty slim pickings, but there was one girl that seemed passable to his discerning eyes. With a lift of his glass and a raised eyebrow, he tried to catch her eye, only to have some redneck sling an arm around her shoulders and muscle her off to a booth.
Really, universe? Fuck his luck, seriously.
He sat down at the bar with a grin, ordered himself a double whiskey, straight up, and let his green eyes scan over the crowd. Overall, it was honestly pretty slim pickings, but there was one girl that seemed passable to his discerning eyes. With a lift of his glass and a raised eyebrow, he tried to catch her eye, only to have some redneck sling an arm around her shoulders and muscle her off to a booth.
Really, universe? Fuck his luck, seriously.