Strangefellows - early evening.

[gotaplan]

This isn't like any bar he's seen. And he's been in his fair share of bars, most of them advertising their $5 Jello shots on Tuesday nights, which Dean always manages to scrounge up some of their leftover gas money for to try at least two. Then that almost always leads to a round of tequila shots, and after that

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[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa gives him a headtilt from where she's drawing,

"He might not be here, sorry."

[gotaplan]

"Yeah," Sam mutters absently, though his attention is mostly focused on where the hell he is rather than who the hell is talking to him.

"I'm getting that."

[pi_wakawaka]

"You should sit down, that might help. Um, let's see, I usually go by Tiwa."

She's kind of distracted by how tall he is, near as tall as Tane and she stands up to compare.

[gotaplan]

And he's still relatively distracted by - well, everything.

So much so that he doesn't exactly hear her suggestion to sit down.

"I'm--"

He cuts himself off, unsure of whether or not Dean would want him using a fake name. There doesn't seem to be any harm in being honest here, though.

"--Sam," he finishes.

[hectorspellman]

"I doubt he's here. You arrived alone." Hector says, giving the newcomer an appraising look. Good luck asking him how he knows that, because he certainly won't tell you.

[madeofwyn]

"Oh, that's right, continue to be rude to everyone you meet. There's a plan." Wyn snaps out of reflex, giving her boss a distinctly unimpressed look.

"Sorry about him." she continues, turning to the newcomer and smiling apologetically. "Are you new?" She's gotten pretty good at picking out the newcomers, actually; the general air of shell-shocked confusion is sort of a giveaway, even if the new guy's doing a decent job of hiding it.

[gotaplan]

Sam's face - well, he'll just let them finish up their banter before he actually answers any questions directed to him.

"Pretty new, I guess - considering I've never seen this place before."

[hectorspellman]

Sorry, Sam, the banter will continue until morale improves forever. "... Yes, that probably falls under the heading of 'new'."

And that's completely unhelpful, isn't it? Unfortunately, sorcerors are required to be mysterious and unhelpful. It's like a law.

[tommyhook]

"Nae, the barkeeps name is Alex!" The little boy is the finery and the too big grin smiles at Sam. "He doen' take too kindly ta nicknames."

[gotaplan]

"Well, fortunately for the barkeep, I was looking for someone else," Sam replies.

"Alex. Good to know, though."

[tommyhook]

/me stares up at Sam, his pointy teeth on display, his head cocked to the side. "Yer new, ain't cha?"

[gotaplan]

Sam tries not to look too startled by the pointed teeth.

Though he has seen much more unnerving things.

"Guess so."

[teachyouwhoiam]

Carlisle rarely frequents the bar. (There isn't much here he would order.)

He hears the man arriving, and calling out for a companion. Carlisle's done the same, once or twice, so he can sympathize.

A short smile. "I haven't seen anyone named Dean, I'm sorry."

[gotaplan]

"Yeah," Sam says, a tinge of regret in his voice.

"I'm pretty sure he didn't make it through to - wherever this is."

[teachyouwhoiam]

Gold-yellow eyes look up the newcomer with something along the lines of sympathy.

"This unfortunately is a regular occurrence here in the Nightside. If you'd like I'd be happy to direct you to several routes you can take to return home."