((This one's open to pretty much anyone, but Yukimura and Lee are particularly invited to come around before or after Bobby and the boys show up.))Castiel had finally gotten around to investigating the bar in Ravenclaw tower, and found the place to his liking. He could sit quietly and watch people come and go if he wanted to, socialize if he liked
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Sam wore his heart openly on his face, and even Dean's habitual snark couldn't completely conceal the tiredness around his eyes, but Bobby was more difficult to read. Castiel couldn't remember seeing the man look genuinely happy (not for more than fleeting instances, at least) and so it wasn't easy to guess how he was getting by without intruding further into his thoughts than seemed polite.
As for the angel, he'd been doing better since getting some sleep and (ironically) since his encounter with Death. Though he wouldn't go so far as to say all his issues were resolved, he was coping.
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Philosophical quandaries aside, he in no way objected to the man's company. "I am supposed to meet with a friend, but I arrived early. Please, join me."
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He looked at the bottle. "Sake?" He vaguely remembered there being a few like it in the specialty section of the liquor store he'd ransacked, but everything had been blurring together by that point, and he couldn't for the life of him remember what the stuff tasted like (or what kind of kick it had.) "I'd be pleased to try it, thank you."
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Lee was remarkably good at just kind of... being places. It came in handy sometimes, like when she wanted to make a big entrance. Or when she wanted to avoid them--suddenly being noticed in a corner and making three people jump a little was a lot quieter than kicking down a door, stomping across the floor (hovering across--she couldn't even stomp properly if she was in cloak mode) and facing everyone down.
And she wasn't big on big entrances when she was at the Ravenclaw bar. Stay in a dark corner and get drunk in a burgundy pile, that was more her thing. Nobody interrupted her binges asking for help here. Nobody much interrupted her at all.
It was nice, in an avoidant way. She downed some more dark beer, concentrating on the taste and not much else.
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Once he had, he left her to it for a time, content to keep her in his peripheral awareness and let her drown her sorrows as she saw fit. At some point, though, he came to a decision, and there was a brief flickering about him as he zapped off to his own room and returned to his place in the space between two heartbeats with the item he'd retrieved.
He got up a moment later and ambled over to Lee's corner, prepared to back off if she wasn't in a mood for company. He did owe her a thank-you, however, and he also thought it would only be fair to offer...
"Hello, Lee," he greeted her, hefting the six-pack she'd sent him at Christmas. "My apologies if I'm disturbing you. But I thought maybe you'd like to share this with me."
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She polished off the last of it, leaned forward and rested her head on one hand. Beneath the shadow of her hood, her face smooshed against her fist. "And I don't think they like bringing refills too much, either. I don't know if it's the booze itself or just me. I try to be nice to 'em, but I think they're scared of me anyway."
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"Are we celebrating an occasion," he asked after a moment, claiming one of the beers, "or just toasting the inevitable descent of the Universe into entropy?" That look of sodden resignation was all too unfortunately familiar, though given their last conversation, she undoubtedly had a lot more practice at that too.
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He dropped down into the seat next to Castiel with a grin. "Hullo. I'm the Doctor."
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"Are you a new arrival or a recent return?"
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