The Thirty-Eighth Song

[fallenbrownbird]

[Rue is chilling out on the roof of a casino, hiding behind one of the well lit, spangly signs. She's breathing heavily, as if out of breath, but she smiles anyway.]

Okay...lets see what we got...

[She pulls several wallets out of her sweatshirt pocket and starts to leaf through them.]Oooh, not a bad haul so far...probably should try a different

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[rehymenator]

Rue!

[ Cue a panting, worried father appearing -- almost out of nowhere, even! He's out of breath and he's rushing toward her, looking kind of rumpled and as if he's been through some...times. ]

There you are, I thought I'd lost track of you.

[ Then, he beams and waves two tickets around in his hand. ]

I got the tickets! You're all set to come with me tomorrow morning!

[fallenbrownbird]

Oh, hey Dad! Sorry I ran off...

[Rue grins at Cas. Okay, yeah, she's lying about being his kid, but he's a literal ticket out of Vegas and off the streets. Besides, Cas is nice. He makes a very good fake father.]

Really? Oh, that's great!

[rehymenator]

Don't worry, you don't have to avoid me.

[ He's not quite sure what he's even kind of doing trying to take care of a kid. Humans like food, though. He can do food. ]

Are you hungry? Or-- I can acquire a separate suite at the hotel, if you want to rest instead.

[fallenbrownbird]

[FOOOD!! For a street urchin conartist, food is the way to her heart.]

Food sounds really good, Dad.