Morgan's Landing was usually quiet. Usually. Not tonight, though. Despite her best efforts to put them off, Nim's friends had descended on the hunter's refuge en masse, gleefully insisting that she get dressed up and come out with them no matter what she actually wanted to do. No matter who she'd rather spend her evening with. And it was the who that had caught these four young women's attention.
As Kara, self-proclaimed posh totty, dragged Nim upstairs with every intention of getting her dolled up and ready for a night on the town, Daisy, Twist, and May settled themselves in to playfully torment the occupants of the bar while they waited. Brian was pretty much immune to the flirting and giggling by now, simply rolling his eyes as May took over his jukebox and went straight for the songs he wished weren't there. "Like a vir-ir-ir-irgin ..." Daisy, on the other hand, insinuated herself next to Bobby, full of very harmless flirtation with a man twice her age just to see him squirm, and with Brian laughing at his friend's predicament, there was no escape.
Which meant that it was Twist who cornered Dean, flicking her black hair and putting on the full come-hither routine. After all, this was their friend. They had to make sure the man she tried to blow them off for was worth it, didn't they' Leaning over on the bar until she was all but spilling out of her dress, Twist fixed Dean with a laughingly stern look. "So you're the reason Nim tried to cancel, huh' You gotta be razor fine for that, dude, or we're not bringing her back." What a threat to be delivered from a woman who'd been having difficulty staying on her heels since she'd walked in. Jack Daniels was definitely this girly group's friend.
Dean was just sitting at the bar, minding his own business, nursing his third glass of JD straight up, the bottle conveniently sitting on the counter nearby, compliments of the bar's owner, to which Dean owed a debt of gratitude. He'd spent most of the day talking to Bobby and Brian and going through the contents of the Impala. He'd showered and shaved and felt half human again, clad in his usual non-descript black t-shirt and faded, worn blue jeans - this particular pair had holes in the knees. He had debated back and forth about whether or not to reclaim the amulet Sam had given him, but had decided to leave it hanging in the Impala for now, in memorial to his brother.
Three glasses of JD, and he had turned sullen, though still as sober as a priest. It would take a lot more than three glasses of JD to kill the pain of his brother's death. The last thing he wanted to deal with at the moment was a gaggle of giggling girls, though he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over the Asian chick's rather obvious assets, as if his eyes had a mind of their own. "Madonna, seriously?" he grumbled into his glass. "Think I'm gonna shoot the jukebox. Put us all out of our misery."
He was doing his best to ignore the girl who seemed to insist on invading his personal space beside him.
"Grumpy sex god, aren't you?" Twist drawled, too high on JD and the anticipation of a good night out to realize that she might be pushing all the wrong buttons here.
A peanut hit her in the back of the head as Daisy laughed at her. "Put them away, Twist! God, anyone would think you were horny or something!"
Over by the jukebox, May broke into louder laughter, lining up song after song that were guaranteed to get on everyone's nerves. Still, the hunters only had to endure it until Nim reappeared, after which all the very giggly girly hormones would leave the Landing.
Twist grinned, tucking herself away now she'd been caught, and settled more comfortably as she looked Dean over. "So ....handsome. Check. Employed?" Yes, she was going to vet him, and if he didn't co-operate, things could get embarrassing.
They really only had to endure it until Dean either shot the jukebox or yanked the plug, which he was very close to doing. If they weren't Nim's friends, he'd have already done it by now. All one had to do was ask him to dance, and that would be that. Normally, Dean might be amused by this situation, but it reminded him of an episode of Girls Gone Wild, and it was just grating on his already frazzled nerves.
Dean glanced at the glass of amber liquid in the girl's hand and frowned. "Shouldn't you be drinking a girly drink, like, oh, I don't know, a Cosmopolitan or something?" He took another swallow of his own drink as he endured her presence and her line of questions. He wasn't stupid, by any means, and he had an inkling where this line of questioning was going and where it was coming from. "No, but I've got a b*tchin' car, so it doesn't matter." He actually smirked at his own reply as he turned away to refill his glass.
Whatever she'd been expecting, it hadn't been that. As the jukebox switched over to Sex Bomb, Twist downed the contents of her glass, smirking back at Dean. "Evasive, not so good," she informed him, pushing her luck with fingers that reached to ruffle his hair. "Important question next ....single?" There was a loud cackle of laughter from further down the bar as Daisy started pushing her own luck with Bobby, no doubt earning herself something caustic and unrepentant threatened toward her continued existence.
He ducked his head, narrowing his eyes at her in warning as she definitely invaded his personal space. If it wasn't for Nim, he might indulge himself in flirting, but he really wasn't in the mood, especially after what had happened between himself and Nimue the previous night. Dean turned a somewhat puzzled expression toward the girl who was harrassing Bobby. "You realize he's old enough to be her grampa. Better tell her to back off before he shoots her." He took another swallow of his J.D., eyes turning back to his glass. "See a ring on my finger?" he answered, in reply to Twist's question.
"Brian wouldn't let him shoot her," Twist declared confidently, and indeed, Brian appeared to have somehow turned his eyes and ears off. He was still going over the accounts where he sat behind the bar, as though nothing untoward was happening in his bar at all. "You don't need a ring to be taken, sexy," the Asian girl purred, but her gesture toward better intimacy was utterly destroyed by the rest of their group asserting itself in the bar.
As Kara, self-proclaimed posh totty, dragged Nim upstairs with every intention of getting her dolled up and ready for a night on the town, Daisy, Twist, and May settled themselves in to playfully torment the occupants of the bar while they waited. Brian was pretty much immune to the flirting and giggling by now, simply rolling his eyes as May took over his jukebox and went straight for the songs he wished weren't there. "Like a vir-ir-ir-irgin ..." Daisy, on the other hand, insinuated herself next to Bobby, full of very harmless flirtation with a man twice her age just to see him squirm, and with Brian laughing at his friend's predicament, there was no escape.
Which meant that it was Twist who cornered Dean, flicking her black hair and putting on the full come-hither routine. After all, this was their friend. They had to make sure the man she tried to blow them off for was worth it, didn't they' Leaning over on the bar until she was all but spilling out of her dress, Twist fixed Dean with a laughingly stern look. "So you're the reason Nim tried to cancel, huh' You gotta be razor fine for that, dude, or we're not bringing her back." What a threat to be delivered from a woman who'd been having difficulty staying on her heels since she'd walked in. Jack Daniels was definitely this girly group's friend.
Dean was just sitting at the bar, minding his own business, nursing his third glass of JD straight up, the bottle conveniently sitting on the counter nearby, compliments of the bar's owner, to which Dean owed a debt of gratitude. He'd spent most of the day talking to Bobby and Brian and going through the contents of the Impala. He'd showered and shaved and felt half human again, clad in his usual non-descript black t-shirt and faded, worn blue jeans - this particular pair had holes in the knees. He had debated back and forth about whether or not to reclaim the amulet Sam had given him, but had decided to leave it hanging in the Impala for now, in memorial to his brother.
Three glasses of JD, and he had turned sullen, though still as sober as a priest. It would take a lot more than three glasses of JD to kill the pain of his brother's death. The last thing he wanted to deal with at the moment was a gaggle of giggling girls, though he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over the Asian chick's rather obvious assets, as if his eyes had a mind of their own. "Madonna, seriously?" he grumbled into his glass. "Think I'm gonna shoot the jukebox. Put us all out of our misery."
He was doing his best to ignore the girl who seemed to insist on invading his personal space beside him.
"Grumpy sex god, aren't you?" Twist drawled, too high on JD and the anticipation of a good night out to realize that she might be pushing all the wrong buttons here.
A peanut hit her in the back of the head as Daisy laughed at her. "Put them away, Twist! God, anyone would think you were horny or something!"
Over by the jukebox, May broke into louder laughter, lining up song after song that were guaranteed to get on everyone's nerves. Still, the hunters only had to endure it until Nim reappeared, after which all the very giggly girly hormones would leave the Landing.
Twist grinned, tucking herself away now she'd been caught, and settled more comfortably as she looked Dean over. "So ....handsome. Check. Employed?" Yes, she was going to vet him, and if he didn't co-operate, things could get embarrassing.
They really only had to endure it until Dean either shot the jukebox or yanked the plug, which he was very close to doing. If they weren't Nim's friends, he'd have already done it by now. All one had to do was ask him to dance, and that would be that. Normally, Dean might be amused by this situation, but it reminded him of an episode of Girls Gone Wild, and it was just grating on his already frazzled nerves.
Dean glanced at the glass of amber liquid in the girl's hand and frowned. "Shouldn't you be drinking a girly drink, like, oh, I don't know, a Cosmopolitan or something?" He took another swallow of his own drink as he endured her presence and her line of questions. He wasn't stupid, by any means, and he had an inkling where this line of questioning was going and where it was coming from. "No, but I've got a b*tchin' car, so it doesn't matter." He actually smirked at his own reply as he turned away to refill his glass.
Whatever she'd been expecting, it hadn't been that. As the jukebox switched over to Sex Bomb, Twist downed the contents of her glass, smirking back at Dean. "Evasive, not so good," she informed him, pushing her luck with fingers that reached to ruffle his hair. "Important question next ....single?" There was a loud cackle of laughter from further down the bar as Daisy started pushing her own luck with Bobby, no doubt earning herself something caustic and unrepentant threatened toward her continued existence.
He ducked his head, narrowing his eyes at her in warning as she definitely invaded his personal space. If it wasn't for Nim, he might indulge himself in flirting, but he really wasn't in the mood, especially after what had happened between himself and Nimue the previous night. Dean turned a somewhat puzzled expression toward the girl who was harrassing Bobby. "You realize he's old enough to be her grampa. Better tell her to back off before he shoots her." He took another swallow of his J.D., eyes turning back to his glass. "See a ring on my finger?" he answered, in reply to Twist's question.
"Brian wouldn't let him shoot her," Twist declared confidently, and indeed, Brian appeared to have somehow turned his eyes and ears off. He was still going over the accounts where he sat behind the bar, as though nothing untoward was happening in his bar at all. "You don't need a ring to be taken, sexy," the Asian girl purred, but her gesture toward better intimacy was utterly destroyed by the rest of their group asserting itself in the bar.