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[longnowmods]

WHO: OPEN LOG, multiple threads welcome
WHAT: Lewis/Pond wedding reception/a ball/a party
WHERE: the ballroom
WHEN: Saturday evening, right before the event ends

Comments

FFFF, I apologize so hard for this.

[mulletrockking]

[Dean enters the ballroom slowly, one eyebrow twitching slightly in trepidation. He's bloody, bruised, and his nose is crooked and swelling like crazy, and he looks like he just went nine rounds with a weedwhacker and lost

[family_remains]

Right. Well. It was all leading up to this moment, wasn't it. Still out of his mind and under whatever spell that had fallen over the hotel, Sam made his way into the ballroom.

After ditching Dean with a well placed smoke screen, he stopped by his room to change into a fresh shirt (blood is so unattractive, after all) before coming to join the party.

And by join the party, he meant find and diffuse the 64 kilos of C4 hidden somewhere in the hotel. AND in order to do that, he needed to find Rose. Sam had sent her to find the device during his EPIC BATTLE with Dean Ian, the murderous, whiny, easily-emotionally-wounded, midget bad guy, but he doubted she knew what to do once she found it and-

Enough of that. Who wants to hear about super cool secret agent stuff anyway.

The party was already in full swing. A few people were dancing, and there was what seemed to be a bridal banquet.

What a perfect cover. Tons of people attending, mass confusion, cherry pie. It would be child's play to slip in and kill them all. How very American

[mulletrockking]

[And there's Dean again, with what looks to be half the pie in his possession. On a plate. He's wiped his face a little, at least. Well, as well as he can, and of course his nose is still off-center, but he's just so damn happy to have that pie and it shows.

And it's good pie, too. The kind you can filch from little old ladies' window sills.

But he sees Sam, and shoves another forkfull in his mouth before weaving his way to where he's spotted his overgrown little brother.]

Hey, bitch. [It should be noted he says it through a mouthfull of pie, and it's still stuffy, and there's no sense of...Well, niceness in it at all.] Did you-

You changed your shirt? Dude.

gdit dean, is he gonna have to knock you right the fuck out?

[family_remains]

[Sam visibly ruffles and turns, that stiff upper lip keeping him from laying the smack down right there and then.]

Ian. Come back for more?

[What the hell was with this guy? Surely there should be a gun pressed against his back right now. Or some kind of toxic gas being pumped through the vents.

But it would be presumptuous to think someone of this caliber had thought ahead.]

Would you really punch a man eating pie? REALLY?

[mulletrockking]

[Dean just nods and looks away a moment, a smile that says nothing at all is funny appearing and disappearing again just as quickly. And...He just shovels in more pie.]

I came for the pie. Find your bomb yet, genius?

[iwantyousafe]

Rose would have found the bomb faster, but something important had come up- looking super hot for Amy's wedding. In her eyes, it was basically another prom. At her actual prom, some girl covered in pig's blood had burned the school down, leaving Rose's gorgeous dress and awesome hair totally upstaged. Lame. This time, her best friend was dead. Also lame, but that totally wasn't going to ruin her super sweet night!

Rose went all-out. She spent forever getting ready, slipping on a black dress that showed off her legs. It was totally wicked, and if the captain of the cheerleaders showed up, that bitch was going to be totally jealous. Rose only wished she could find some booze, as the coolest kids always pre-gamed. Sigh

[family_remains]

After his run in with Dean, and frankly not really giving a shit, Sam had continued on his quest to find Rose. Something in his gut told him that she would be here, it was just a matter of wading through the shitty festive lighting.

And then he saw her. And then he really saw her. Blimey.

Sam made his way casually across the room, dragging a hand through his hair along the way.

"Any luck?" He asked, coming to stand by her side as if nothing at all was the matter.

[iwantyousafe]

Rose smiled across the crowd, waving to Sam as he approached. She took a few steps into the ballroom to shorten the distance between them. As Sam appeared next to her, the first thing she noticed was that he'd changed his shirt. He looked quite dashing, but certainly not unscathed.

"Are ya okay?" she asked. The image of Ian and Sam's fight remained fresh in her mind.

To answer his question, Rose quickly fished through her purse. The bag was a black hole of lipstick, loose coins, and newspaper clippings from the missing persons section. Finally, she managed to locate the fork. Eyes wide, she held the object inches from Sam's face. The prongs were illuminated, just like he said they'd be. This in itself surprised Rose, but now, they had bigger things to worry about. "Poor Amy..."

[family_remains]

"I'm fine." He answered without giving it a second thought. It was only a few scrapes and bruises. Ian seemed...hesitant in their fight, blithering on about being brothers. Not to mention what had just happened on the other side of the room.

Nothing so interesting as the gadget Rose pulled out of her purse. He gave a coy smirk and took the device from her hand, panning it slowly around the room as to get a better reading. Not surprisingly, it's illumination was brightest when facing the bridal banquet.

"It's the cake." Sam announced before pocketing the fork. "Let's hope the only bang we hear tonight is from the honeymoon suite, eh?"