“Man, I know why you do that, and I know you aren’t exactly the kind who will say no when people like that guy ask for your key, but you think you can tell them to keep it down once in a while? I don’t sleep much anyway, but writing shit while hearing people fucking their brains out on the next side of the door isn’t ideal.”
LOL! Not unless you're writing porno.
“Meg,” he grits between his teeth, turning to face her. Meg Masters works at the call center and she’s been trying to get into his pants for two years; it started at another office party, when he had been very drunk and had ended up kissing her in a bathroom stall before realizing that he had no idea how he got there.
And he surely didn’t remember agreeing to go with her. Then again, he had been really drunk.
LOL! Poor Cas! Alcohol is clearly no good for him.
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LOL! Not unless you're writing porno.
“Meg,” he grits between his teeth, turning to face her. Meg Masters works at the call center and she’s been trying to get into his pants for two years; it started at another office party, when he had been very drunk and had ended up kissing her in a bathroom stall before realizing that he had no idea how he got there.
And he surely didn’t remember agreeing to go with her. Then again, he had been really drunk.
LOL! Poor Cas! Alcohol is clearly no good for him.
And Poor Dean! How horrible!
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Yeah, poor Cas. Though since at the end of the fic he lost his job, he's ridden of that particular problem, isn't he.
Indeed. :(
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