In the hotel that rock built. [Open]

[chosenfreedom]

Characters: Dean Winchester, anyone
Time: Afternoon
Location: Hard Rock Hotel lobby
Content: Getting settled in the new place, and figuring where the hell to go or do now.
Format: Prose, multiple threads welcome
Warnings: Winchester alert for innuendo, crudeness, language.

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[godofcologne]

The Hard Rock was a familiar, comfortable place for Thomas by now, but today as he headed out of the lobby, there was a distinct edge of the furtive about him. He waited a full minute before stepping out of the elevator, and he looked behind him often, as if expecting someone to materialize.

He stopped short at the sight of Dean, then checked behind him again. His coast was clear, at least for the moment. He arched an eyebrow at the afternoon sky visible outside the bank of windows, and back at Dean. "Of all the gin joints in all the hotels in this town, you walk into mine," he drawled. "Who'd I piss off in a past life?"

[godofcologne]

"Who said you had to?" Thomas laughed and took another pull straight from the bottle. Justine would be upset if she found him out of bed, but that just meant he just needed to keep from getting caught.

"Hate sex is more fun anyway."

[chosenfreedom]

Dean snorted at that, "Hey, it's sweet you want my hot ass, but told you I like tits."

[godofcologne]

That earned Dean another laugh, low and rich and full of life, as Thomas set the bottle back on the bar with a quiet clink of metal on wood. "Heard that one before too," he answered. "It doesn't mean as much as the rest of you think it does."

[chosenfreedom]

Dean arched his eyebrows before having another drink. Sure the guy was good looking, but he liked women. And he was still wasn't that interested in one night stand deals these days.

"Means you picked the wrong Winchester for sucking your dick."

[godofcologne]

The alcohol was pleasantly warm in the pit of Thomas' stomach, a small brightness in the days since the world had officially gone to hell. He relaxed and laughed again, the momentary slip enough for the Hunger to rear its head, to gild his laughter with a whisper of velvet desire.

"Now you're just fishing for details, princess. I don't kiss and tell."

[chosenfreedom]

Dean didn't want to react to the laugh, though the alcohol was starting to give him that pleasant fuzzy feeling of getting a good buzz. As it was he shifted in his seat.

"I didn't ask."

[godofcologne]

With the Hunger rearing its head, the pleasant warmth of alcohol cooled, and Thomas reached for the bottle again, taking another deep draught. If his head had been cooler, he'd have realized it was a bad idea, but at the moment he was weary and pained and drinking seemed like a damned good idea.

"That's why it's called fishing, darling," he drawled, the demon's molten honey touch on every rounded syllable.

[chosenfreedom]

Dean's really trying not to squirm or blush, though his heated face wasn't entirely due to the alcohol he continued to drink.

"Not my kind of fishing. Like the kind with just you, a dock, a pole and some lures. Maybe a few beers." Was getting too hard to see the lake here now, and he missed seeing water sometimes.

[godofcologne]

Thomas swallowed the mouthful of scotch before laughing again, this time the sound equally full of amusement as lazy desire. "First it's women, now it's poles. You're giving off all sorts of mixed signals, Dean."

[chosenfreedom]

"Oh bite me, Thomas. Haven't you ever heard of fishing in a pond or a lake? The kind of stuff most dads would take their sons out for."

Not that John Winchester ever did it that often with his sons, except when they were pretty young. Did some regular hunting too, though he found ways to use it as a form of training.

[godofcologne]

Lord Raith had never been one for fishing or hunting either. Unless hunting his only living son counted as a sport. But that was family business, and Thomas rarely even talked family business with family. He took another drink of scotch.

"See, now you're offering. I told you preferences doesn't mean as much as you seem to think it does.

[chosenfreedom]

He rolled his eyes and knocked back more liquor, "Dude if I wanted that I wouldn't be offering or even talking. I'd act. It's just a freaking expression." Dean wasn't a man of words, he was all about action.

[godofcologne]

Dean's answer didn't seem to faze Thomas a bit as he leaned back against the bar with a firmly fixed smile that all but radiated smugness. "If you say so, princess. All I'm seeing is words and that pretty pink blush."

[chosenfreedom]

Dean scowled further at that because like hell he was doing any of it. Especially not blushing.

"Yeah? All you're about to see, Sparkles is the next bullet I'm sending your way." Not that he's whipped out his gun just yet. But of course he was armed as usual.

[godofcologne]

"Still with that. And here I thought you'd gotten all that pent up frustration out already."

A sidelong look at Dean. "At least that was the gossip."