027: [Message, directed to those Dean's pretty close to]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Silence for a few moments, and then Dean starts speaking, sounding vaguely awkward.]

So, uh. It's Thanksgiving pretty soon, and my mom-- Mary Winchester, if you've talked to her-- she's having this huge dinner, and I'm supposed to invite people. So, y'know. If you don't have anything better to do, you're invited.


... Yeah. [Click. Nice job, Dean. You suck at social things forever.]


[ooc: basically, Mary's hosting this huge thanksgiving dinner thing at her house, and has instructed Dean to invite people he knows to join them. So, if Dean's any sort of friend with yours, go ahead and assume he's sent it to you~ :3]

Comments

[voice]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Elegant, Dean. Very elegant.

[voice]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, shut up. You coming or not?

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Of course I'm coming. Thank you for inviting me. Should I bring something? A dessert-y something? I could try to make pie. Of course I can't promise it'd be edible, but...

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Not a problem. And uh, hell if I know. Whatever you make, try not to kill us with it.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

...my Slayer abilities do not extend to pie. But okay, I'll cut right back on the rat poison. [SHE'S KIDDING, WHAT]

I'll let Dawn know too, in case she doesn't pick this up.

[voice - locked to dean]

[stacked]

B gonna be there?

[voice - locked to faith]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Bendy? Yeah, probably.

[voice - locked]

[stacked]

Count me out. Another time, pretty.


...Thanks, though.

[voice - locked]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

You can't ignore her or something?


... Yeah, yeah. Alright, whatever, maybe we can go for drinks or some crap like that after. God knows after dinner with Sam and Mom I'm gonna need to get wasted.

[voice - locked]

[stacked]

...

[ Pause, pause, Dean you say this to ANYONE ELSE and she'll gut you. ]

We got into it. It got ugly. Just saying, pretty sure I'd fuck up your party.

...Anyway, I'm not a mom girl. Come over sometime, I'll drink your pansy ass under the table.

[voice - locked]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Psh, he knows it. He won't say a word.]

Hey, who says a catfight would ruin the party? [He will make a joke out of it though, the ass.]

Hell, not like Mom doesn't know I hang out with chicks that usually get my ass kicked. I'll message you later, yeah?

[voice - locked]

[stacked]

[ Faith actually trusts a guy. WILL WONDERS NEVER CEASE. ]

Said me and B, not you and that gigantic brother of yours. [ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand right back at him. TAKE THAT. Faith tops, forever. ]

Yeah, cool.

...Have a good Thanksgiving, Winchester.

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[SUCH AN HONOR OMG.]

Oh, bite me. [but he's amused.]


... Yeah, you too, Lehane.