Ghosts of Victrola - The Solution
Prompt: 2(Grace) and 4(Dean) meet for drinks at a club. Why are they meeting up?
Dean's eyes slid around the place as he moved into the club. Victrola was the big, happening club to be from the looks of it. He'd never been somewhere so up scale before, job or not, and it showed since he was still in jeans and a leather jacket. He knew the name of who he was looking for, though with the amount of people in the place he decided on the lesser of two evils.
Dean leaned over the bar a little and asked the bartender if he knew a Grace Bass. He was a little surprised when the tender chuckled and pointed him at the main couch where he could see a dark haired woman sitting. He grabbed a glass of whiskey and moved over to the couch. "Ms. Bass?"
Grace looked over at the man in the leather jacket with a smile before she motioned for him to take a seat next to her. "Please call me Grace." She sipped her martini as he got settled next to him. "I'm assuming you want to ask about the accident here the other night?"
Dean nodded at that question and leaned back a little. The girls on stage dancing were great to watch, though his eyes couldn't help the way they slid along Grace. The red fabric contrasted nicely against her pale skin and dark hair, even in the low lighting of the club, and it hugged her curves nicely. "Yes. I know you've probably gotten a lot of questions, but I wanted to get the details fresh from you."
She nodded a little as she watched him, eyes bright and intelligent. She'd spent enough time here that the girls on stage didn't distract her anymore. "By all means, Mr.," her voice trailed off as she held out her hand a little, at a loss for his name.
Dean blinked and chuckled before he smirked and took her hand for a shake. Gentlemanly kiss to the hand was not for him. "Dean. No Mr. needed."
Her shake was strong, though it had to be when she dealt in a company ruled by men. "Dean." Her words were soft, like they could slide along skin and she couldn't help but smirk a little at the slight of the shiver that she knew said he liked the way she said it. "By all means, ask away."
He shifted a little as he took a sip from his drink, closer to her so they could talk easier. The questions about the supposed bar ghost got more in depth than the newspaper did before. He noted mentally when things started to go weird, how bad they get and when they seem the most frequent.
Though the last question had her lean back against the couch, the question of whether she got a new person or new decoration just before everything started going weird. "Couple months ago, the staff stayed the same." A red painted nail tapped her lower lip a little as she thought.
Dean nodded and leaned closer, sure that he would have the trust fund girl in his bed tonight as well. "So we know it isn't a person." He was nearly to her mouth with his when a hand settled on her shoulder and he pulled back casually in surprise.
Her free hand slid up to rest on the one on her shoulder as she smirked a little at Dean. He might have pulled back, but she'd noticed what he had leaned in to do, and would have stopped it if Jude hadn't shown up. Her head tilted up for a kiss. "Do you remember if we got a new piece of decoration or furniture here a couple weeks ago?"
Jude kissed her softly before he nodded towards the bar. "That counter top is all new, isn't it? CJ's been crowing about it left and right." His eyes slid to Dean, though for the moment he wasn't looking to sit down.
Grace smiled brightly up at him. "That's right!" She turned back to Dean and she pointed to the bar. "We got the new counter top behind the bar from an old pub in England a few months back. And that's about when everything started going weird."
Dean nodded, eyes glancing between the new arrival and her. "So it's probably connected to that. The question is, who and then we can get rid of it." His brow rose slightly when he didn't get an introduction.
Grace chuckled a little. "Dean, this is my fiance, Jude Arcibald. Jude, this is Dean. He's here to hopefully get rid of the weird ghost problem we've been having." She pointed towards the back. "I have the paperwork of where it was before in the office if you wanted to take a look?"
Jude nodded at Dean. "Nice to meet you." This tone edged just a little on jealous because Grace hadn't been the only one to notice that Dean had tried to go in for a flirty kiss.
Dean rubbed the back of his neck as he downed the rest of his glass. "You too, man. And a look would be great." He slipped to his feet, "Lead the way."
Grace got to her feet as well, hand sliding to tug Jude to take her place on the couch. "We'll be right back." She gave a soft, amused sound when Jude tugged her down gently for a deep kiss. "And then we can finish this," she murmured quietly to Jude. She moved to lead Dean into the back and the office.
Dean followed with a shrug of his shoulders because he could feel Jude's eyes watch them until they disappeared. "Quite the fiance you got there. He always that territorial?"
Grace chuckled softly as she opened the office door and ignored the fact that her brother was making out with one of the girls on his desk. She was just glad that they weren't fucking yet. "He isn't normally. But he tends to be when someone else tries to kiss me."
CJ glanced over at Grace, "You're supposed to knock."
Dean blinked a little, coughing as he leaned against the door frame a little. He knew better than to get into family arguments and he knew the place was run by siblings. "Well I missed the ring in the low light," he murmured quietly. And truth be told, he hadn't been looking at her fingers.
Grace rose a challenging brow over at CJ. "And you're supposed to keep your...habits to your bedroom. Not a shared office." She dismissed the pair at the desk with a flip of her hair and moved to the file cabinet, opening it to get the paperwork on the counter. "Please. You wouldn't have looked even if you could see my fingers," she flashed Dean a grin. "I'm well aware of where a man's eyes go on me." She pointed over at CJ and Candice. "That's the waitress that felt the hand around her throat, though maybe it was just a lingering feeling of CJ's rough handling."
CJ glared over at her. "Ha. Ha. I was just comforting her."
Dean shook his head a little, watching the two interact. "Nice to meet you. And sorry about the ghost hand. We're cleaning that up." He looked back over at Grace. "Paperwork?"
Grace gave the softest snort that wasn't actually amusement. "Comforting her skirt right off," she threw at CJ before she closed the file cabinet with her hip, folder in hand. "Come on. There's a dressing room down the hall that's got less hassle in it." She moved towards the door, ignoring CJ's slight protests to get her to pause.
"Grace!" He frowned at her when she finally stopped and turned slightly with a raised brow. "What does he mean your cleaning this weird happening thing up?"
Dean had taken a step out of the office so Grace could get out as well, though he looked over at the other Bass. "Seems you bought a haunted counter. Which means we need to figure out who the ghost is and find out what we need to do to put him to rest."
"I can't believe you brought some crack pot in here. He's ripping you off," CJ growled softly as he stepped around the desk, much to the pouting of the waitress.
Grace took a step out of the office. "He's not charging anything, CJ. He's doing this because we're having trouble keeping waitresses because of what's happening and he wants to help. And if you'd start thinking with your head instead of your dick, maybe you'd realize that this situation needs to be taken care of before someone dies." She didn't wait for an answer before she walked out and closed the door in CJ's face.
Dean blinked a little as he watched her. "We can look at that file out on the couch if you want to sit with your fiance," he offered because the tension had risen to palpable.
Grace offered a faint smile and nodded. "That sounds nice, thanks." Since he knew where to go, she followed him out to the main room. She watched him take a seat next to Jude before she was tugged gently into Jude's lap. Her arm slid around Jude's neck as she handed Dean the file on the cabinet. "The old owners and where the cabinet top came from should be in there."
Jude kissed her shoulder as she settled against him, looking at home in his lap. "Thought you were going to look at that in the office?"
Dean shook his head as he opened the file, a soft chuckle from his mouth. "Her...brother I'm assuming, had other plans for what was going down in there." He leaned back a little as he read through the file. "I need to check out the top with the lights on. Any chance I can come back during closed hours so I can have the full lights and quiet?"
Grace nodded. "Yeah. Tomorrow around noon? We don't close until about two am, so tomorrow just seems better."
Dean chuckled as he nodded. "Noon does sound better than two am. And I'll have my brother here with me to help."
Grace smiled a little. "Go ahead and keep that for the night, just bring it back tomorrow with you." She shifted and kissed Jude's cheek softly.
Dean smiled at the couple as he slipped from the couch. "Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow at noon." Without another word, he left the couple on the couch to snuggle and do couple-y things. Some research before he and Sam got here tomorrow would do them all some good too, more prepared and able to deal with it faster.
Dean's eyes slid around the place as he moved into the club. Victrola was the big, happening club to be from the looks of it. He'd never been somewhere so up scale before, job or not, and it showed since he was still in jeans and a leather jacket. He knew the name of who he was looking for, though with the amount of people in the place he decided on the lesser of two evils.
Dean leaned over the bar a little and asked the bartender if he knew a Grace Bass. He was a little surprised when the tender chuckled and pointed him at the main couch where he could see a dark haired woman sitting. He grabbed a glass of whiskey and moved over to the couch. "Ms. Bass?"
Grace looked over at the man in the leather jacket with a smile before she motioned for him to take a seat next to her. "Please call me Grace." She sipped her martini as he got settled next to him. "I'm assuming you want to ask about the accident here the other night?"
Dean nodded at that question and leaned back a little. The girls on stage dancing were great to watch, though his eyes couldn't help the way they slid along Grace. The red fabric contrasted nicely against her pale skin and dark hair, even in the low lighting of the club, and it hugged her curves nicely. "Yes. I know you've probably gotten a lot of questions, but I wanted to get the details fresh from you."
She nodded a little as she watched him, eyes bright and intelligent. She'd spent enough time here that the girls on stage didn't distract her anymore. "By all means, Mr.," her voice trailed off as she held out her hand a little, at a loss for his name.
Dean blinked and chuckled before he smirked and took her hand for a shake. Gentlemanly kiss to the hand was not for him. "Dean. No Mr. needed."
Her shake was strong, though it had to be when she dealt in a company ruled by men. "Dean." Her words were soft, like they could slide along skin and she couldn't help but smirk a little at the slight of the shiver that she knew said he liked the way she said it. "By all means, ask away."
He shifted a little as he took a sip from his drink, closer to her so they could talk easier. The questions about the supposed bar ghost got more in depth than the newspaper did before. He noted mentally when things started to go weird, how bad they get and when they seem the most frequent.
Though the last question had her lean back against the couch, the question of whether she got a new person or new decoration just before everything started going weird. "Couple months ago, the staff stayed the same." A red painted nail tapped her lower lip a little as she thought.
Dean nodded and leaned closer, sure that he would have the trust fund girl in his bed tonight as well. "So we know it isn't a person." He was nearly to her mouth with his when a hand settled on her shoulder and he pulled back casually in surprise.
Her free hand slid up to rest on the one on her shoulder as she smirked a little at Dean. He might have pulled back, but she'd noticed what he had leaned in to do, and would have stopped it if Jude hadn't shown up. Her head tilted up for a kiss. "Do you remember if we got a new piece of decoration or furniture here a couple weeks ago?"
Jude kissed her softly before he nodded towards the bar. "That counter top is all new, isn't it? CJ's been crowing about it left and right." His eyes slid to Dean, though for the moment he wasn't looking to sit down.
Grace smiled brightly up at him. "That's right!" She turned back to Dean and she pointed to the bar. "We got the new counter top behind the bar from an old pub in England a few months back. And that's about when everything started going weird."
Dean nodded, eyes glancing between the new arrival and her. "So it's probably connected to that. The question is, who and then we can get rid of it." His brow rose slightly when he didn't get an introduction.
Grace chuckled a little. "Dean, this is my fiance, Jude Arcibald. Jude, this is Dean. He's here to hopefully get rid of the weird ghost problem we've been having." She pointed towards the back. "I have the paperwork of where it was before in the office if you wanted to take a look?"
Jude nodded at Dean. "Nice to meet you." This tone edged just a little on jealous because Grace hadn't been the only one to notice that Dean had tried to go in for a flirty kiss.
Dean rubbed the back of his neck as he downed the rest of his glass. "You too, man. And a look would be great." He slipped to his feet, "Lead the way."
Grace got to her feet as well, hand sliding to tug Jude to take her place on the couch. "We'll be right back." She gave a soft, amused sound when Jude tugged her down gently for a deep kiss. "And then we can finish this," she murmured quietly to Jude. She moved to lead Dean into the back and the office.
Dean followed with a shrug of his shoulders because he could feel Jude's eyes watch them until they disappeared. "Quite the fiance you got there. He always that territorial?"
Grace chuckled softly as she opened the office door and ignored the fact that her brother was making out with one of the girls on his desk. She was just glad that they weren't fucking yet. "He isn't normally. But he tends to be when someone else tries to kiss me."
CJ glanced over at Grace, "You're supposed to knock."
Dean blinked a little, coughing as he leaned against the door frame a little. He knew better than to get into family arguments and he knew the place was run by siblings. "Well I missed the ring in the low light," he murmured quietly. And truth be told, he hadn't been looking at her fingers.
Grace rose a challenging brow over at CJ. "And you're supposed to keep your...habits to your bedroom. Not a shared office." She dismissed the pair at the desk with a flip of her hair and moved to the file cabinet, opening it to get the paperwork on the counter. "Please. You wouldn't have looked even if you could see my fingers," she flashed Dean a grin. "I'm well aware of where a man's eyes go on me." She pointed over at CJ and Candice. "That's the waitress that felt the hand around her throat, though maybe it was just a lingering feeling of CJ's rough handling."
CJ glared over at her. "Ha. Ha. I was just comforting her."
Dean shook his head a little, watching the two interact. "Nice to meet you. And sorry about the ghost hand. We're cleaning that up." He looked back over at Grace. "Paperwork?"
Grace gave the softest snort that wasn't actually amusement. "Comforting her skirt right off," she threw at CJ before she closed the file cabinet with her hip, folder in hand. "Come on. There's a dressing room down the hall that's got less hassle in it." She moved towards the door, ignoring CJ's slight protests to get her to pause.
"Grace!" He frowned at her when she finally stopped and turned slightly with a raised brow. "What does he mean your cleaning this weird happening thing up?"
Dean had taken a step out of the office so Grace could get out as well, though he looked over at the other Bass. "Seems you bought a haunted counter. Which means we need to figure out who the ghost is and find out what we need to do to put him to rest."
"I can't believe you brought some crack pot in here. He's ripping you off," CJ growled softly as he stepped around the desk, much to the pouting of the waitress.
Grace took a step out of the office. "He's not charging anything, CJ. He's doing this because we're having trouble keeping waitresses because of what's happening and he wants to help. And if you'd start thinking with your head instead of your dick, maybe you'd realize that this situation needs to be taken care of before someone dies." She didn't wait for an answer before she walked out and closed the door in CJ's face.
Dean blinked a little as he watched her. "We can look at that file out on the couch if you want to sit with your fiance," he offered because the tension had risen to palpable.
Grace offered a faint smile and nodded. "That sounds nice, thanks." Since he knew where to go, she followed him out to the main room. She watched him take a seat next to Jude before she was tugged gently into Jude's lap. Her arm slid around Jude's neck as she handed Dean the file on the cabinet. "The old owners and where the cabinet top came from should be in there."
Jude kissed her shoulder as she settled against him, looking at home in his lap. "Thought you were going to look at that in the office?"
Dean shook his head as he opened the file, a soft chuckle from his mouth. "Her...brother I'm assuming, had other plans for what was going down in there." He leaned back a little as he read through the file. "I need to check out the top with the lights on. Any chance I can come back during closed hours so I can have the full lights and quiet?"
Grace nodded. "Yeah. Tomorrow around noon? We don't close until about two am, so tomorrow just seems better."
Dean chuckled as he nodded. "Noon does sound better than two am. And I'll have my brother here with me to help."
Grace smiled a little. "Go ahead and keep that for the night, just bring it back tomorrow with you." She shifted and kissed Jude's cheek softly.
Dean smiled at the couple as he slipped from the couch. "Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow at noon." Without another word, he left the couple on the couch to snuggle and do couple-y things. Some research before he and Sam got here tomorrow would do them all some good too, more prepared and able to deal with it faster.