Winchester Fun: The Bet Chapter 4
by Woman of Letters
Previous Chapters: [1] [2] [3]
Chapter 4: The Truth Hurts
Sam knew he had messed up the pickup line. Worse than that, he had tried to explain it! Explaining a pickup line was like explaining a joke - if it didn't work the first time around, it sure wouldn't after you explained it.
Okay, he thought, time to rethink the pickup line. He sat back down on the barstool and mulled over possible lines.
Nice to meet you, I'm Sam, and you are...gorgeous! Two blunt...
You must be a prizefighter. One look at you, and I'm knocked out. Um... Too cheesy.
Would it freak you out if I said that I've already told my mother about you? (No, why?) Well, I already called her and asked her how to approach you. God, that just made him look like some weird stalker. He'd run away if someone tried that on him!
Guys like me don't get girls like you. Why is that? That just made him sound pathetic!
So, what do you do for a living besides always making all the men excited and warm all over? No. That was very Dean, but it didn't feel like something he'd be comfortable saying.
If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together... That had promise, but it still felt a little too corny...
He had it! This line would work (he hoped). He set his sights on a brown-haired woman at the end of the bar in an off-the-shoulder top, a pair of hip-hugging jeans and black boots. He put down his beer and walked over to her. "Hey," he said with a smile, "was your daddy a thief?"
"What?" she jumped up nervously. "Who told you?" Her eyes moved evasively, back and forth. As he saw, he realized the truth. The follow-up, "cause he stole the stars and put them in your eyes," died on his lips. He gulped. "Your father really is a thief?" His voice trailed off. How do I get out of this one? he thought.
"What my daddy does is none of your business..." Her face suddenly took on a crafty look. "Say, who sent you? What do you want with me? Did Clancy send you?"
Sam's eyes widened. "No, I don't know any Clancy."
"I know... You must be working for my opponent on the City Council... that corrupt son-of-a-bitch! Is that it? Is he paying you to blackmail me?"
Sam's mouth was gaping, and he didn't know what to say. Before he could get a word in, the woman continued.
"How much is he paying you? I can pay you more..." She reached into her purse, and pulled out a roll of bills, and tried to hand some over to Sam.
Sam pushed them back, "No, lady, I'm not here for your money." He bit his lip as he realized how that sounded. He stuttered, "No," he said, "I didn't mean..."
She stood up and looked up at him, and her face got red. "Well, what did you mean?" Her voice went up on the last note and and she sounded angry. The effect was made somewhat more embarrassing by the snickers Sam heard behind him, as he suddenly realized that a small crowd had gathered.
Sam sighed. "Look, I'm really sorry.. I didn't mean to get personal. I was just trying to pick you up." Even as he said it, he realized how bad that sounded.
She slapped him. "Well next time, choose better lines!" She looked at the crowd. ""Well, don't you have anything better to do?" she said, and walked away in a huff. The snickers got louder and turned into real laughs. Sam put his head in his hands, looked at the grey formica bar, and wished the floor would swallow him up.
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Dean watched as Sam's next attempt went south. As soon as he saw the girl's reaction to Sam's line, he knew his brother had chosen a lemon. He thought, What did he say this time? It must have hit a raw nerve, because the girl looked very jumpy, then she tried to give him money, then she got angry and slapped him, all in the space of five minutes. Dean winced. That looked like it hurt. But more than that, the crowd that gathered around them made Sam's humiliation complete. This is just not Sam's night, he thought. What more could my brother do wrong?
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Sarah watched as Snark got in a shot, the first ball he'd been able to sink in the course of the game. She wasn't too worried, and as she waited patiently for his next foul-up, she took a moment to look around the room. There was a commotion at the end of the bar closest to her. She saw Tall Guy's head sticking up above a crowd (it was easy to find him, which she kind of liked in a guy). He didn't look like he was doing too well, she noted, as whatever woman he was talking to this time said, "Well, what did you mean?" in a loud voice. She couldn't hear Tall Guy's response, but the resounding slap echoed across the bar. As the crowd laughed out loud, she winced. She was sure whatever was going on here was a misunderstanding, nothing more. She wished she could take him in a warm bear hug.
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Read Chapter 5: Sam, Ladykiller?
Previous Chapters: [1] [2] [3]
Chapter 4: The Truth Hurts
Sam knew he had messed up the pickup line. Worse than that, he had tried to explain it! Explaining a pickup line was like explaining a joke - if it didn't work the first time around, it sure wouldn't after you explained it.
Okay, he thought, time to rethink the pickup line. He sat back down on the barstool and mulled over possible lines.
Nice to meet you, I'm Sam, and you are...gorgeous! Two blunt...
You must be a prizefighter. One look at you, and I'm knocked out. Um... Too cheesy.
Would it freak you out if I said that I've already told my mother about you? (No, why?) Well, I already called her and asked her how to approach you. God, that just made him look like some weird stalker. He'd run away if someone tried that on him!
Guys like me don't get girls like you. Why is that? That just made him sound pathetic!
So, what do you do for a living besides always making all the men excited and warm all over? No. That was very Dean, but it didn't feel like something he'd be comfortable saying.
If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together... That had promise, but it still felt a little too corny...
He had it! This line would work (he hoped). He set his sights on a brown-haired woman at the end of the bar in an off-the-shoulder top, a pair of hip-hugging jeans and black boots. He put down his beer and walked over to her. "Hey," he said with a smile, "was your daddy a thief?"
"What?" she jumped up nervously. "Who told you?" Her eyes moved evasively, back and forth. As he saw, he realized the truth. The follow-up, "cause he stole the stars and put them in your eyes," died on his lips. He gulped. "Your father really is a thief?" His voice trailed off. How do I get out of this one? he thought.
"What my daddy does is none of your business..." Her face suddenly took on a crafty look. "Say, who sent you? What do you want with me? Did Clancy send you?"
Sam's eyes widened. "No, I don't know any Clancy."
"I know... You must be working for my opponent on the City Council... that corrupt son-of-a-bitch! Is that it? Is he paying you to blackmail me?"
Sam's mouth was gaping, and he didn't know what to say. Before he could get a word in, the woman continued.
"How much is he paying you? I can pay you more..." She reached into her purse, and pulled out a roll of bills, and tried to hand some over to Sam.
Sam pushed them back, "No, lady, I'm not here for your money." He bit his lip as he realized how that sounded. He stuttered, "No," he said, "I didn't mean..."
She stood up and looked up at him, and her face got red. "Well, what did you mean?" Her voice went up on the last note and and she sounded angry. The effect was made somewhat more embarrassing by the snickers Sam heard behind him, as he suddenly realized that a small crowd had gathered.
Sam sighed. "Look, I'm really sorry.. I didn't mean to get personal. I was just trying to pick you up." Even as he said it, he realized how bad that sounded.
She slapped him. "Well next time, choose better lines!" She looked at the crowd. ""Well, don't you have anything better to do?" she said, and walked away in a huff. The snickers got louder and turned into real laughs. Sam put his head in his hands, looked at the grey formica bar, and wished the floor would swallow him up.
X X X
Dean watched as Sam's next attempt went south. As soon as he saw the girl's reaction to Sam's line, he knew his brother had chosen a lemon. He thought, What did he say this time? It must have hit a raw nerve, because the girl looked very jumpy, then she tried to give him money, then she got angry and slapped him, all in the space of five minutes. Dean winced. That looked like it hurt. But more than that, the crowd that gathered around them made Sam's humiliation complete. This is just not Sam's night, he thought. What more could my brother do wrong?
X X X
Sarah watched as Snark got in a shot, the first ball he'd been able to sink in the course of the game. She wasn't too worried, and as she waited patiently for his next foul-up, she took a moment to look around the room. There was a commotion at the end of the bar closest to her. She saw Tall Guy's head sticking up above a crowd (it was easy to find him, which she kind of liked in a guy). He didn't look like he was doing too well, she noted, as whatever woman he was talking to this time said, "Well, what did you mean?" in a loud voice. She couldn't hear Tall Guy's response, but the resounding slap echoed across the bar. As the crowd laughed out loud, she winced. She was sure whatever was going on here was a misunderstanding, nothing more. She wished she could take him in a warm bear hug.
X X X
Read Chapter 5: Sam, Ladykiller?