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[ she doesn't want to see anyone. talk to anyone. she doesn't want to hear it at all in any way that anyone is sorry, or might know how she feels.

the bar's closed, if anyone ends up going by. she's inside but chances are she's not opening it any time soon. ]

for anyone who might be waiting on them
sam winchester, castiel, daphne and charlie all went home
no idea when they'll be back but they're gone

roadhouse is closed
for a while

[ after a moment, she remembers something and adds in a second bit to the message. ]

anyone need a room?
I've got seven open rooms
can't pay for them on my own

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sounds like you need a drink.

way ahead of you

so is it a lager or liquor kind of night?

liquor
and who said anything about night?
let's call it a liquor kind of week and end it there

so you mean serious business.

let's just say alcohol poisoning might be on my to-do list at this point

if you need a drinking mate.

I'm not exactly the best company right now

Misery loves company.

you're going to regret that decision
but I'm at the bar if you wanna come by
it's in thor

so long as you don't throw a bottle at me, I think I'll be just dandy.

pretty sure you're off the hook
you walk in here with one of those gods and that might be a different story

fuck that

then I think we'll be fine
no flying bottles
in your direction

I'm coming your way.

front door's open, even if it doesn't look it.

i'll leave my armadillo at home.

[ . . .

okay sorry wait. ]

what?

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