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Anyone else get that lightheaded lack of equilibrium kind of tilt o whirl feeling when the gods decide to yo yo them back to real time for a little while?

The time line discrepancies are the least of my worries right now

Whatd I miss?

[Private: Sam and Castiel (Separately)]

We need to talk

[Private: Nat, Charlie, and Jo (Separately)]

Hows my favorite girl?

[Private: Daphne Allen]

In case I didnt mention
Thanks for the magic touch after our trip to the paralleloverse

[Private: Katniss Everdeen]

Sorry I had to skip out on our routine Lets start back up this week if nothing else gets in the way
Hows the light weight treating you?

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Been through Boston a few times
I agree
Its nothing special
But when youve been cross country as many times as I have
A lot loses its luster

Can't say Ive been through Kansas. Still dealing with all them tornadoes out there?
Sounds like you get around.

I havent dealt with a tornado in a while
This isnt Twister
I spend a lot of time in the mid-west

Twister. Wasn't that bad of a movie if I remember much of it.
Any good jobs out there?

Edited 2013-12-28 07:14 (UTC)

I keep bar
Im sure youll find something to do with your time

You keep a bar.
I might have to come by and get a drink. Could even use one right now.
Considering who I keep company with- that might be questionable.

Hey, we always appreciate the business
Id say the same but Im pretty sure Im the questionable one everyone refers to when they start to second guess their group of friends

Edited 2013-12-29 14:48 (UTC)

Yeah? Why's that?

According to mine Im not the best influence

Fuck em.
That's what I say.

You know what
I like your attitude

I just tell it how it is.
People don't like that either then fuck them too.
:)

Asgard needs more people of that caliber
Thats for sure
Were lucky to have you

Edited 2014-01-04 17:44 (UTC)

Now aren't you sweet.
If we're lucky to have anything here it's that bar of yours.
Most alcohol is hard to come by back home.

Here its pretty simple
Like I said
Why dont you swing by?

I could do with stretching my legs.
Where's it at?

Thor
Cant miss it once you get to the district
Ill stand out front so its easier for you to spot
Meet you there

Shouldn't take me too long from hel.

[ Tess is already heading out, pulling up the district map to double check Hel and Thor. She couldn't give him an approximate time frame but she figures he's not the impatient type, but then again she doesn't fully know him that well.

Maybe after a few rounds this will change. ]

[Dean's at the bar like he said he'd be. One of the perks of working the late shift is that he can be on the network as much as he likes and still keep the patrons occupied. It doesn't take much to keep a drunk happy.

He's still not sure who he should be looking for and realizes, probably for the first time, that he should stop setting up casual encounters via text message.]

[That might do him a bit of good but really, Tess ain't any better. This kind of technology has been lacking back in her world, and she'd prefer to keep most things limited to text (as much as typing is a thorn in her side).

It's a good thing he said he'd wait outside, she would've kept on walking past the place if it hadn't been for him standing there. Not sure what to make of the guy Tess gives him a once over as she pauses.]

You Dean?

The one and only.

[Dean pushes the door open to the bar for her, chivalry's not dead. He's been new here before, he knows what it's like. Maybe he's barking up the wrong tree but he wants her to be comfortable here.]

You must be Tess.

That's me.

[The fact that he holds the door open for her and allows her to enter before him almost makes her pause. Joel used to do this for her, once upon a time. Still does on and off, almost like it's a part of him that's never died--chivalry.

It's not something she expected out of anyone here, not in a world where the gods fight the giants.

Tess nods and heads in, looking around at the place and anyone who might still be out for the night to nurse a few drinks.]

Nice and homey in here.

Blame that one on Harvelle. That sorta thing comes from a woman's touch.

[Dean wasn't gonna take responsibility for it. Jo had the same eye her mom had, and knew how to rope in business. This place wasn't like the scummy dives he frequented in Loki or back home. It had character.]

[ Tess glances over at him, curious, a brow raised. ]

Harvelle--a special lady friend?

[That makes Dean laugh like he hasn't laughed in a while. If only Jo were around to hear that. Things'd be even better.]

Nah. Just a friend. She's not exactly tolerant of my crap.

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