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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 29, 2013 7:27:53 GMT -5
There were only seven or so people in the bar at noon, but every single one of them turned to stare at Dean when he wandered in wearing jeans and his favorite leather jacket. He was aware of the attention, and his 'unusual' clothing, but neither cared nor had anything to do about it at the time. He'd only just arrived in Aldeon an hour before and so far wasn't having a very good time.
He took a seat at the bar, ordering an ale from the old woman behind the counter and asking if she'd seen anyone matching his brother's description. She hadn't. He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face as she went off to get his drink. He'd looked all over, in the field he appeared in, and in the streets, until he saw the Inn's sign. He and Sam always met at motels if they got separated. Now all he had to do was wait for his idiot brother to show up.
When the lady returned with the ale, Dean belatedly explained how he'd just arrived and didn't have the appropriate currency. She graciously gave it to him for free, and offered a room at the Inn until he could find work. He wasn't quick to jump on the offer, however. He wouldn't be staying to see the sun set, if he had anything to say about it. If he was real lucky, this was all just a dream and Sam or Bobby would be waking him any second now...
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Post by Jessica Rabbit on Mar 31, 2013 16:40:11 GMT -5
Jessica rabbit was a flawless creature, she had been carved from mans deepest depravities, their most subtle sins, delicious desires. She was beautiful, breath-taking, gorgeous, beautiful, but this new form did not suit her. She was supposed to be a toon, a creature who did not abide to the laws of physics, and yet here, she had been stripped of her unbreakable immortality. Her flesh was human flesh, not ink and marker. She bled like humans bled, her body no longer possessed the flexibility and malleability it once had and it infuriated her.
She slipped into the bar, the revealing dress accentuating her bust, outlining her generous hips. The dress was not of this century and glittered in the flickering lights, her heels ticking ever so softly against the wooden floor boards. She sauntered up to the bar, blue eyes flickering to the sole body resting at the bar and with ease she slid into the seat beside him, leaning over the bar with little care who attended her.
"Whiskey love, on the rocks..." She purred to the bar tender who quickly left her to retrieve her drinks, from the corners of her eyes she studied the man beside her, a gentle smile curling her mouth. "What's wrong doll? Life got you down?" Her voice, a seductive drawl fell from her lips with a sultry smile.
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