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[ Hi, Asgard. I'm not sure how odd this picture is for most of you, but have some skinny guy with the most glorious mullet you will ever lay eyes on. Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie would be the best description, right down to the poor wardrobe choice. It doesn't help that he's already found Crowley's old bar and is posting from there, but at least he looks to be cheerful and well-settled. ]

Buenos dias, bitches. Now, apparently, if you're gonna go by Jo Harvelle's watch, I'm pretty damn late. I say her watch is a couple months too fast. Gods, man. No real sense of Earthly time.

[ He pauses to drain his glass of beer in a long, seemingly endless gulp. ]

No worries, though. Doctor Badass is in now. Party can really get started.

{OOC| That is, assuming Crowley's old bar is still in operation? It was on the list okay I do what I want.}

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[ . . . Sam can't even be shocked that Ash is here and alive because -- ]

Did you just say buenos dias, bitches?

[ Not necessarily alive, pal, but it's been awhile since he's seen you alive. ]

Sure did. Could've gone with "buon giorno, bitches", but the Spanish as a nicer ring to it.

That it does.

[The incredulity fades into a genuine smile, though, as Sam relaxes.]

It's good to see you around, Ash. Even if it is Asgard.

Likewise. Nice to see you alive, Sam. [ Have a little salute, buddy. ] Kept it that way for a bit, too. Congratulations.

[ -- that's right, the last time Ash saw them...]

Being alive seems optional for us, lately.

[It's said dryly.]

Has Jo told you where home is, yet?

Sort of just thinking about staying here, man. [ He spreads his arms, gesturing to the bar around him. All it needs is a pool table to sleep on. ] Pretty homey if I do say so myself.

[At first, Sam almost points out that the last time Ash lived in a bar, well...

But on the other hand, demons and their enemies aren't around to ruin their lives anymore. And even if Lucifer were here, he would be powerless, and Sam stoutly refused to lose anyone from Harvelles again.

So, it's with a resigned sigh that Sam Winchester agrees.]

You're going to need to restock with cheap liquor to make it really homey.

[ Yeah, but he's done the research, Sam. Apparently, death doesn't stick here. Not that it would matter. He's dead already. He'll sleep in any bar he pleases, thank you very much. ]

Man, I know, right? What is up with these guys and their high quality liquor? You'd think they could settle for a PBR every once in awhile. Cheap, but sold by the pack and gets the job done.

A demon named Crowley owned it first.

[Sam pauses.]

I don't think he knows what PBR is.

Well, damn, Sam. [ Haaa. ] He still around? Someone ought to teach him.

Nah, he got sent home awhile back, but the bar's still there.

[And good riddance, Sam thinks. Crowley's a douche.]

Untended?

[ Ash was prepared not to judge until meeting Crowley for himself. But, yeah, Crowley. Even the name screams douchebag. ]

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