The Impala, on the streets of Milieux, Thursday night
Dean was giving Marie a ride home. Dean thought Marie was hot, and he was giving her a ride home. Dean was subconsciously trying to distract himself from certain feelings for a certain other hot chick, he thought Marie was hot, and he was giving her a ride home.
Three guesses as to what was on his mind as he drove.
And the first two don't count.
Luckily for him, Marie had no objections.
Afterward, as Dean wiped down the windows so he could see out of them again, he turned, shot Marie his trademark grin, and asked the fatal question. "So, where're you staying, then?"
[ooc: for reformed_rogue (who was vaguely modded with permission) for flaily SP.]
Three guesses as to what was on his mind as he drove.
And the first two don't count.
Luckily for him, Marie had no objections.
Afterward, as Dean wiped down the windows so he could see out of them again, he turned, shot Marie his trademark grin, and asked the fatal question. "So, where're you staying, then?"
[ooc: for reformed_rogue (who was vaguely modded with permission) for flaily SP.]