033: [visual] contrary to the common belief, he's not dead

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, look, a visual that's not accidental for once. Dean doesn't do very many of these, but honestly, he's bored out of his freaking mind, he's tired of lurking around Buffy's castle feeling sorry for himself (or at least, he's ready to pretend like he is), and he needs some fresh air. So, Dean's rolling out of bed, turning on his tablet as he does.

"Yeah, alright, look," Dean starts, reaching up and mussing up his hair. "All you oldies out there, the ones that haven't been coming in like herds of sheep. Gimme a call. I wanna know who's still here."

There's a pause as Dean yawns widely, and rather rudely, into the tablet. Then he continues.

"For the rest of you, lemme give you some advice. Don't piss off the vampires. And if you're a vampire, just try me. I got a crossbow for Christmas and I haven't got the chance to use it yet."

Good job, Dean, way to greet the locals with your charm and grace.

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"Sounds like my kinda chick," Dean replies, completely unfazed. "There's a bar down in Central. Forget what it's called, but it's easy enough to find. Meet me there, we'll see who can drink who under the table."

Hey, Dean can hold his own in a beer drinking contest. Or at least, he can if the person he's drinking with doesn't cheat by having an incredibly fast metabolism.

[dieneidio]

"All right," Enfys decides, laughing a little. Malnourished toddler, Dean; she couldn't even drink you under a limbo pole. She's been drunk once in her life and that was here in Taxon. She is the cheapest drunk.

And yet.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

... Right, Dean's typist is a moron. The point still stands, though. Anyway, Dean, will be heading to this bar, and he'll be waiting around at the counter for her to get there. Because that is how he rolls. He won't start drinking without her.

[dieneidio]

She's about ten minutes behind him - she doesn't wear pants in her own rooms, she had to find her leggings and then when she kicked her boots off earlier - but Enfys turns up just as promised, tall and skinny and ridiculous.

"Dean, right?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Don't wear it out," Dean replies, rapping the bar counter with his knuckles. The Extra bartender goes for the alcohol, and Dean flashes Enfys a grin, sitting on one of the stools. "Enfys, yeah?"

[dieneidio]

"Right," she says, bouncing up onto one of the stools. "Sounds like envies, means rainbow."

And that's what she is, or so it's been said.