Characters: Dean Winchester, Jason Stackhouse, Thomas Raith, and... anyone without a Y-Chromosome
Time: Evening, some nebulous night during the week
Location: Bars all over Chicago
Content: Alcohol. Three womanizers. Women. This'll end well.
Format: Whichever. Starting off in brackets because I cannot brain.
Warnings: See characters. See content. All
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Hell, he might even run into a familiar face on the way.]
Hey, man. What's up?
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He just found out Vidal Sassoon doesn't look that good after all. Probably needs a moment.
[Dean's just seen the commericials in the cheap motel tvs. Only reason he knows. Not like he might have tried one of their products once he got some extra cash from hustling in the hopes of getting some tail. (Which did work.)]
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[the careless smirking smile only grew at Dean's shot] Confusing the guy in your dreams with the guy in the mirror again, princess?
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[Oh wait no hang on what. He puts his hands up in a T - time out!] Whoa, hang on. I ain't lookin' for any of that. It's just fine if you guys wanna be together an' do all that shit - just get a room. [There are things he does not want to know and refuses to let Lafayette tell him.] I'm just lookin' for a good bar 'round here. Know any?
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Company (and maybe more) will come after she's had her shots. ]
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