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I'm pretty flip, and I'm losing grip...

Oct 03, 2009 20:25

Evenings in Chicago are often a busy time, as people rush home and others rush out.

Trinity McFasater has found a new place to hang. She's stretched out on one of the couches at the Luna, her feet up in the air, giggling as she grasps her drink and begins to sing--loudly. "JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL, LIVIN' IN A LONELY WOOOOOOOOORLD ( Read more... )

madeline may, trinity mcfasater, annabelle durham, michael vaughn, tabitha claypool, dean winchester, dani reese, gladys

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thehandsomeone October 4 2009, 01:15:05 UTC

Usually, if there's drunken singing going on, Dean's the one doing it. Tonight, that's not the case.

He is, however, working at the Luna tonight, cleaning up some of the glasses left around the place when he hears the singing - and really, how could he not? - and turns to look where it's coming from.

"I'm always telling Avery what this place needs is karaokee," he says, grinning. "But really, Journey?"

Dean and Trin have met, once. Let's see if either of them recognize each other.

omnomnomface October 4 2009, 01:34:58 UTC

Trin's drunk (if that weren't obvious already). If she were sober, she probably wouldn't recognize him--she's terrible at remembering names and things like that. Drunk, however, is a whole different story. If Trin were allowed to take exams drunk, she might have actually done well in school.

She giggles and sits up. "DEAN!" she cries, opening her arms wide and waving him towards her. Yes, she wants to give him a hug. "And don't bash the Journey, okay? It's, like. Totally amazing." She falls back onto the couch, giggling madly.

"SHE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOING ANYYYYYYYWHERRRRRRE!"

thehandsomeone October 4 2009, 01:49:45 UTC

Dean is terrible at remembering names, period. It's a thing, with him, that can't be entirely blamed on alcohol consumption.

On the other hand, he's pretty good with faces, so once he gets a little closer he's not entirely surprised when she tries to hug him. Or when she falls back down on the couch.

"Right," he agrees, because that's probably the best course of action here and because he's remembering how they met before. "Wouldn't dream of it."

omnomnomface October 4 2009, 02:08:45 UTC

"Good," Trin says, beaming at him from her nearly-upside position. She then waves her arm at her. "EVERYBODY!"

She proceeds to begin conducting her 'everybody', which at this point consists of just Dean. "JUST A CITY BOY! BORN AND RAISED IN SOUTH DETROOOOOOOOIT!" She takes a brief second to yell "JOIN IN!" before continuing. "HE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOING ANYYYYYYYWHERRRRRRE!"

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notenlightened October 4 2009, 03:00:37 UTC

Reese has ducked under an overhang to wait out the worst part of the storm.

Crews would be out in it, she thinks, just in time to witness a familiar face walk by.

"You heading anywhere in particular?" she calls out.

stillaboyscout October 4 2009, 03:19:53 UTC

Vaughn looks up quickly, getting rain in his eyes in the process. He blinks a few times, then smiles. Familiar faces speaking to him are a good thing.

"Not in particular, no," he shakes his head. "Just... walking I guess."

notenlightened October 4 2009, 03:20:56 UTC

"And getting drenched while doing it," she points out.

"Or are you not really bothered by that sort of thing?"

stillaboyscout October 4 2009, 03:24:49 UTC

Vaughn shrugs sheepishly. "Not too much, no," he says. "It's good for thinking." He looks back at her. "What are you doing out?" he asks. "Headed some place in particular?" Because Lord only knows he's not going anywhere in particular, and it would be nice to be going somewhere for once.

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mightvebeen October 4 2009, 06:03:53 UTC

Madeline enters the storm. The smell of cookies drew her here. She has had experience in this kitchen. Experience turning it into a disaster zone, but experience is experience.

She waves her hand to clear the flour from her face.

"What's going on in here?

cookiesandhugs October 5 2009, 18:33:52 UTC

Gladys doesn't even bat an eye as she throws some more flour up in the air and then grabs a few eggs.

"I'm BAKING!" she says with a fairly manic glint in her eyes. "Would you like some cookies? There are a few on the counter there." She's possible dancing as she mixes the eggs into her batter. "They might be a little dusty, but if you blow the flour off of them, I'm fairly sure they'll taste fine." She looks over her shoulder to beam at Madeline.

mightvebeen October 7 2009, 07:17:37 UTC

Madeline waves a hand in the air trying to clear the flour from it, again.

She laughs and rolls her eyes, pressing her hip against the counter.

"What are you baking for?" Maddy picks up a cookie, blows the flour off of it, and takes a bite from one. "The entire country of Africa?" She says that with her mouth full so it might be a little difficult to understand. "Lord knows they could use it. You ever see those commercials? Person shouldn't be that skinny unless they're a ballerina."

sensi_doctor October 4 2009, 08:26:30 UTC

Where there is Journey, there is a JD. It can't be helped. He's called by the song. It's like he instinctively knows where it will be at any given time and simply shows up there at the appropriate moment.

So he's had a few appletinis at this point, but that doesn't stop him from belting out in song.

"SHE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOIN ANYWHERE!"

omnomnomface October 4 2009, 15:53:47 UTC

Trin sits up as he joins in, and beams, happy to have a singing partner. No one ever joins her in singing, ever. It's nice to have a friend for a change.

"JUST A CITY BOY! BORN AND RAISED IN SOUTH DETROOOOOIT!" she practically bellows, just making up notes as she goes along. She's kind of drunk, so what does she care?

lastchancefor October 4 2009, 19:22:48 UTC

All Jo wanted was a sandwich.

Just you know, maybe peanut butter and jelly. Easy. Safe. Filling. The fact that she is remembering to eat in itself is laudable.

But she does not know what to do with the storm in the kitchen. So she edges around Gladys carefully, trying to get to the fridge. She will get a sandwich.

cookiesandhugs October 5 2009, 18:37:24 UTC

Gladys giggles when she sees Jo out of the corner of her eye. "HELLO!" she shouts, even though it's not that loud in the kitchen. Gladys has no concept of an 'inside voice'. Just ask her kindergarten teachers (even though they're long dead. That's what happens when you're over 300 years old). "WOULD YOU LIKE A COOKIE?" She throws up another handful of flour, just because she can.

lastchancefor October 5 2009, 18:54:59 UTC

Jo squeaks at the power of Gladys' voice. It is very loud, and Jo really doesn't need loud right now. She just needs a sandwich.

She paws at her face, feeling the flour settling on it as it comes back down, but it's just too powdery to really defeat.

"Um, okay," she says awkwardly, glancing over at Gladys.

cookiesandhugs October 5 2009, 19:40:11 UTC

Gladys beams. "They're right there on the counter!" she grins. "Just blow off the flour, I'm sure they're probably fine, and if they're not, I have a batch coming in just a few minutes that I will be sure to keep flour-free for you. Well. Beyond the flour that's already in it. You get the idea!" She takes a jug of milk and very sloppily pours it into a teaspoon measurer, then dumping the teaspoon of milk into her batter.

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