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[sonofabitch]

[Even though you can't tell from the feed, Dean is sitting alone in an empty house. It's dark, most of the light coming from the screen itself, and it glints off a nearly empty bottle that he's got in one hand. His eyes are downcast, hidden from view, as he slowly rubs the bottom of the bottle against his knee. Everything is dead quiet apart from the soft swish of whisky and the brush of denim.]

Sam had more friends than me, so I'm sure lotsa you will be sad to hear he's gone...

[He takes a drink from the bottle, throat moving as he chugs for a few seconds. If you manage to catch a glimpse of his eyes from the right angle, they might look glassy.]

Cas and Daphne and Mary and John are all gone to. Think Jo went grey.

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can't afford this house alone
not even with jo if she comes back
got any room?

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[redhourglass]

were they friends of yours?


drinking won't make them come back.

[ she's not good at this whole 'tact' thing. ]

ditto;

[sonofabitch]

friends n family

nah
but it tastes good

[redhourglass]

[ she doesn't understand the 'family' part. not really, anyway. but friends.. maybe she gets it. a little. nothing she can say will bring them back, same with drinking. ]

after the amount you've had to drink, you probably can't taste anything.

where are you?

[sonofabitch]

jesus christ
no one round here minds their own business
who's it hurt if i have a drink or five?

[redhourglass]

someone's been jumping to conclusions, again. i wanted to join you, not stop you.

[sonofabitch]

finally
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[redhourglass]

it's boring to drink alone

[ she must have been out and about, because she arrives quickly (or slowly, depending on how drunk he is), knocking on the door. it's weird to knock, rather than breaking it down. or going in through a window or something. strange.

after a moment of waiting, she tries the knob. if it's unlocked, she'll let herself in and try and find him. if not, she'll just wait. ]

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[sonofabitch]

[She'll find the door unlocked, and once he hears her coming inside he'll call out so she knows where he is. Reaching for a lamp, he turns it on because drinking alone in the dark is one thing, but drinking in the dark with a pretty lady is a waste of a good view.]

I've got whiskey and vodka. [Pauses.] At least, I've got the Asgardian versions of them.

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[redhourglass]

[ thanks for that, Dean. she'll settle herself on the sofa next to him, not too close but not too far away, raising an eyebrow at the lamp. ]

Drinking alone in the dark? A little melodramatic.

[ hm. whiskey or vodka? pick your poison? ]

I'll have vodka for now. Straight is fine. Looks like I have some catching up to do.

[sonofabitch]

Started off as drinking in the light.

[It's been a slow, gradual process, and it's not his fault that he was too lazy to bother with a light when the dark was just fine, thank you.

Nodding a little, he pours her a few fingers of the stuff and passes the glass over.]

Good luck. [A smile, though it's a little sad and tipsy at the same time.]

[redhourglass]

[ she takes a good bit off the top once he passes it to her, eyeing him sidelong. what were you supposed to say in this situation? nothing, she supposed. something seemed better than nothing, though. ]

So. Friends and family.

[ try and relate, natasha. ]

Not sure I ever met them, when they were here.

[sonofabitch]

[Dean is fine with peace and quite, especially since that'd been one thing he was after by drinking alone. Still, she's a beautiful woman and he'll never turn down conversation with one of those.

Unless it ends up being about Sam or Cas.]

Might've talked to them on the network. I think there's a higher rate of nosy sons a'bitches in my world or something.

[He snorts then takes another swig of whiskey before eyeing her.]

Run into anyone you know here?

[redhourglass]

[ she's definitely going to require a hefty swig of her own drink to answer that question. besides, she can tell when a topic is closed, anyway. probably for the best, she wasn't good at the whole empathy thing. ]

Yes. One person. I don't think I'd be sorry if he was gone, though.

[sonofabitch]

[Dean wasn't good with empathy, giving or receiving, so it was mutually beneficial for them to fly right over that topic.]

Yeah? [He takes another sip, then tops off both of their glasses.] Arch nemesis or bad breakup?

[redhourglass]

[ just the idea of dating Loki makes her smirk. honestly, that'd be some kind of train wreck. ]

More like mass murderer. [ more drinking. ] I can't see how he's gotten on so well here.