(my apologies, somehow I don't think this is exactly what you meant by Lucky, but this is what came out -- who am I to argue with the muse? LOL
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"Dude, the beer is green," Dean says dryly while looking at the tables surounding them.
"Yeah, Dean. It's St Patty's Day." Sam settles his long limbs on the stool at the high table. He looks expectantly at Dean, waiting for whatever weird comment Dean can come out with.
"You know they probably use food dye. It'll stain your tongue green."
"Yeah, and..."
"It'll look like I've spent the night licking leprechaun butts. So not cool."
Sam huffs and shakes his head unable to think of a response. He does smirk though when Dean makes a point of asking for a bottle of beer. No pitcher, nothing on tap, a bottle.
"Licking leprechaun butts," Sam inquires once the waitress has taken their orders.
"There skin is green, so not right. It would have to rub off."
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"Yeah, Dean. It's St Patty's Day." Sam settles his long limbs on the stool at the high table. He looks expectantly at Dean, waiting for whatever weird comment Dean can come out with.
"You know they probably use food dye. It'll stain your tongue green."
"Yeah, and..."
"It'll look like I've spent the night licking leprechaun butts. So not cool."
Sam huffs and shakes his head unable to think of a response. He does smirk though when Dean makes a point of asking for a bottle of beer. No pitcher, nothing on tap, a bottle.
"Licking leprechaun butts," Sam inquires once the waitress has taken their orders.
"There skin is green, so not right. It would have to rub off."
"There skin is not green, Dean."
"No, when's the last time you saw one?"
"When have you seen one," Sam fires back.
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"Uh-huh."
"Still not right."
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