The market has a fair few watering holes, too. And at least one of them is about to gain two people.
"Wonder what Simon and Sam're up to?" Kaylee looks over her shoulder at Dean as she passes through the beaded curtain, and holds part of it back for him to pass through.
The speakeasy in front of them is, of course, poorly lit. There's something with a slow, hollow backbeat playing over a speaker system that isn't immediately visible. Over that is the hum of a dusty, smoky bar -- and not everything that's being smoked is tobacco, from the smell of it.
"Wonder what Simon and Sam're up to?" Kaylee looks over her shoulder at Dean as she passes through the beaded curtain, and holds part of it back for him to pass through.
The speakeasy in front of them is, of course, poorly lit. There's something with a slow, hollow backbeat playing over a speaker system that isn't immediately visible. Over that is the hum of a dusty, smoky bar -- and not everything that's being smoked is tobacco, from the smell of it.
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Someplace clean, even.
"It's kinda sad."
Dean doesn't pause inside the door, just starts heading over to the bar, scanning the room--
Just to be on the safe side.
Bad shit can happen anywhere.
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Yeah, ask the hard questions, Kaylee.
"Pretty much anything that ain't vodka and won't peel paint."
Because Dean is picky about his booze.
Uh.
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Quickly, back to Dean: "You didn't rule out pink and fizzy."
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"Didn't think I was gonna need to."
But, uh, some of that shit ain't half bad.
And free booze is free booze.
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Dean is presented with something pink, fizzy, and umbrella-ed.
Kaylee sips hers -- through a straw -- and beams at him.
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Especially the umbrella.
"You tryin' to tell me something?"
He sets the little umbrella on the bar's surface, then downs the fizzy pink alcohol.
He'll say this for it, at least it packs a punch.
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Kind of.
"I was hopin' you'd put it behind your ear."
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"You're gonna have to get me a lot more drunk, sweetheart."
And even then--
Hell no.
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She trains her (ridiculously bright) smile on him.
"Whatever you say. Pokey."
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"You know, someday I'm gonna give you a nickname, too."
Once he can think of a good one.
And, you know, maybe one that's really freakin' inappropriate.
Or maybe not.
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Not yet.
Maybe if/when people start lookin' at him funny.
Maybe.
"Yeah, and it's kinda boring."
Uh.
"No offense."
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Not that he would, anyway. That's lame, too.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just you wait and see."
He's not ignoring his drink, not really.
But--two pink ones in a row?
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