008: [visual] Party at The Bronze

[fudgingkillyou]

If people are watching the tablets, they'll see Dean, lounging on a stool. He looks relaxed, totally sprawled out with a cocky grin on his face. The tablet's set to visual, so all that can be seen is him and a bit of the club in the background, which looks like The Bronze. Since this is the only club like place Dean has been to in Taxon, he figures

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[location: Bronze]

[demonmagnetism]

As chance would have it, Xander doesn't even pick up this message on his tablet. The Bronze is practically his second home, and he's on his way there anyway. He wanders in, and pretty much immediately spots Dean-- there's a flicker of hesitation, considering the way their last conversation ended, he's not expecting the best reception, but he makes his way over nevertheless.

"Hey, man." He offers, in greeting, gesturing with a thumb over to the speakers. "Music is much improved, I'm happy to note."

[fudgingkillyou]

Hoo boy. The moment Dean spots Xander, an expression of guilt flashes across his face. But it's only there for a second, and then Dean's grinning again, settled into his nice relaxing pose once more.

"Hey," Dean responds, sipping from his already open beer. "Yeah, much better. Zeppelin beats Blink 182 any day of the week. Of the century, even."

[demonmagnetism]

"Into a quivering fake-tattooed girly-man pulp, I do believe." Xander agrees, with an amused half-smile. After a moment's delay in which he grabs himself a beer from one of the fridges behind the bar (the Bronze is sadly lack in staff, after all), he takes a seat on a stool nearby to Dean.

"You figured out how to hijack the sound system?"

[fudgingkillyou]

"Damn straight," Dean agrees, looking pleased with that answer. Being fiercely protective of his music, it's always nice to hear others who share his same enthusiasm. Or at least disapproves of corporate crap.

Dean watches lazily as Xander settles himself into a stool nearby, and the smug look on Dean's face pretty much says it all.

"Yeah. Took a bit, but I found the system and used the hatches to change it around."

[fudgingkillyou]

Good, good, people are arriving. Dean glances up from his beer when Jim makes his way inside, and flashes the kid a grin. This is exactly what he wanted to see; someone who looked stressed coming in and relaxing. Just like Dean.

Shaking out the tension in his shoulders, Dean lets himself sprawl bonelessly on the stool. Led Zeppelin is still playing unobtrusively in the background, loud enough to be heard decently but not enough to distract from conversation.

When Jim gets close enough, Dean waves him down.

"Hey there," Dean greets him, holding out his free hand. "Name's Dean, welcome to The Bronze. Which actually isn't mine, but hey, free booze, right?"

[fudgingkillyou]

Dean has the same train of thought. Tonight, he's determined to have fun and relax, and he's excited to find out which girls are the most susceptible to his flirting.

Dean returns the firm shake, and grins at him, taking a swig of his beer. "Jim Kirk, huh? Good to meet you." For a minute, Dean lets the music wash over them, tapping his fingers against the bar in the beat, and then he glances at Kirk again.

"So how long have you been here, Jim?"

[Location: The Bronze]

[oldoldghost]

Brigitta does not like parties on principle, an opinion formed on the fact that most demon attacks seem to happen at something at least vaguely like a party... But she is rather fond of booze, and the music sounded good over her Tablet, and really booze and good music (plus somebody she's already met) are ways to draw her to places.

So! She's at The Bronze, picking her way over to the booze (and Dean, of course) and looking only a little apprehensive, she's trying to convince herself that the chances of demons attacking here are very low... Her sword is still somewhere on her though, and there's probably a knife or two under her clothes just in case.

"Nice music."

[fudgingkillyou]

Oh, Dean remembers her, and while he knows she pretty much only knows him as a six year old, this is his chance to change that impression. God, Dean so does not want to be known as 'that guy who was six once'. Terrible, terrible reputation with the ladies.

And Brigitta's not alone in the whole 'demons are everywhere' thing. He's got a vial of salt and a flask of holy water in his pockets. Plus a gun shoved into the back of his jeans, but that one's a secret.

"Damn straight it's nice music. Beats what was on before," Dean replies, grinning and pulling out a beer to hand to her.

[oldoldghost]

Brigitta really doesn't mind actually, this place is weird enough anyway and in her eyes turning into a six year old is almost cute, he seemed a smart six year old anyway and a bold one too, she just hopes that he's kept hose traits now that he's older again, she likes bold people.

At least they'll be prepared if any kind of demons show up, it's always best to cover all angles after all.

"What was on before?" Brigitta smirks, taking the bottle gratefully, she isn't a alcoholic or anything but beer is nice, she doesn't care that the waters improved enough to make it healthier then beer these days, sometimes you just need to drink.

[fudgingkillyou]

Dean doesn't want to be seen as cute. Handsome is good, but cute? Reminiscent of that six year old he'd just been. Nooo thank you. But he can do the bold thing. That's how he is.

No kidding. They'd make a kick ass demon fighting team.

"Some kind of pop-rock. Blink 180. Or whatever." Dean shrugs. He doesn't care. "Doesn't matter. Led Zeppelin rules."

[location: Bronze]

[diedwithit]

As much as living situations and Cian don't tend to leave lasting attachments to each other, he would probably admit that he's begun to miss the New York nightlife and the social atmosphere of the club on the ground floor of his building. So with that, he decides to take Dean up on that offer out of boredom and curiosity. He knows far too little about the people here.

So the door to the Bronze opens and the vampire saunters in, hands in his pockets, surveying the club as he lets the music register. Zeppelin. Ramble On. 1969. Not so subtle on the Tolkein references. He'd been living in Australia when the album was released, he recalls. It's not what he'd expect to hear playing somewhere like Eternity, but he doesn't care. After a few hundred years your taste in music tends to broaden considerably.

Cian wanders over to Dean, smirking lazily. "Zeppelin fan, are you?"

[fudgingkillyou]

"Question is, are you?" Dean replies, returning the smirk. Here, Cian, have a beer, it's on Dean.

[diedwithit]

"I am, casually. Haven't had a good listen in a while." He accepts the beer, lifting it in a 'cheers'y fashion. "Sláinte." And takes a drink.

[fudgingkillyou]

Dean lifts his in return, then takes a swig, closing his eyes against the slight burn.

"So how's the cave treatin' you?" Dean asks, flashing a grin.

[location: the Bronze]

[exserpens]

In a continuing effort to get himself out and about in the city (and discover decent sources of alcohol-always important), Crowley eventually finds his way to The Bronze. As he steps through the door, a dark-haired, slim demon young man in an expensive black suit and sunglasses, he pauses for a moment to listen to the music.

He's certainly not against Led Zeppelin, when it comes down to it, but it wouldn't be his first choice.

"I don't suppose," he begins in a crisp English accent, smirking, "you have any Velvet Underground?"

[fudgingkillyou]

"Nope," Dean returns, smirking right back. "It's Zep or the crap they're trying to pass off as rock these days."

Which is kind of rude, considering not everyone is into Led Zeppelin, but Dean can't help it. This is where he's in his element, this is where he's comfortable. So his snark is alive and kicking, and he's glad to let it out.

[exserpens]

Crowley isn't entirely certain what Dean considers 'that crap they're trying to pass off as rock these days' (Guns n' Roses? The Black Crowes?) but he's willing to put up with the Led Zeppelin if there's alcohol involved. "Right then, carry on." The smirk never leaves his face, because he's that sort of person.

He saunters past and around the bar, bypassing the beer as a matter of course and heading straight for the hard liquor. Given the situation and the location, he'll be fixing himself a Bloody Mary with the practised ease of a seasoned drinker.

There've been a lot of seasons in which to drink, after all. Six thousand years of them.

"Special occasion?" he asks casually as he fixes the drink.

[fudgingkillyou]

Dean would quite possibly be offended if anyone called Guns n' Roses crap. But seeing as he can't read minds, and seeing as Crowley doesn't object to Led Zeppelin, Dean's content. He knocks back a bit more of his beer, and then watches as Crowley sort of... saunters to the bar.

The Bloody Mary amuses Dean, and so he's grinning when Crowley pulls out the fixings. Never mind that Dean knows how to make one. Shh.

"Nah. Just got bored of hanging around and doing nothing. Figured a club was as good of place as any, and it's boring without company." Dean explains, sprawling back out in his stool.