013: [Location: Central, Kaylee's Ranch // Visual] Come Sail Away

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In the middle of the Central district, on the edge of Kaylee Frye's Ranch, is a familiar '67 Chevy Impala. And sitting on the hood of that familiar '67 Chevy Impala is a familiar face, relaxing and basking in the sun. The admittedly fake sun, but hell, Dean's not complaining. He's got a cooler full of various alcoholic beverages sitting on the ground next to his car, a basket of fruit sitting next to him on the hood, and the casette he's got playing in his car's set to various classic rock songs.

All in all, a perfect setting for hanging out.

His tablet's switched on to visual without his realizing, so people watching will be able to see part of his face, the beer bottle in his hand, and the open sky above him. Occasionally he sings along with the song in the background, though it's usually low and under his breath. He's not exactly craving company, but hell, he wouldn't mind it.

[any and all are welcome. C'mon. Even if you don't know him!]

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Now there's a voice Dean hasn't heard in a while. It'd been at the back of his mind, but Dean had been wondering where Andy had been, and maybe he'd even worried a little. Not like the guy couldn't handle himself, but hey, Andy could've been eaten by that vampire a while back.

"You could say that," Dean drawls lazily, gaze flicking to the tablet and then back up at the sky. He doesn't pick it up, so the view remains the same. "Haven't talked to you in a while, man, how's things?"

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[fourthbongload.livejournal.com]

It would've been easy to say 'do you even need to ask?' in response given the average state of things. Luckily for Andy, he had yet to be mauled, maimed, or hit with amnesia. Avoiding all the crap this place threw around wasn't as hard as he expected it to be. "Hey, they've been better, but I'm not about to complain," a shrug, "Looks like you can say the same."

It all came down to superstition, actually. Andy wasn't the type to believe in jinxing his good fortune, but he sure didn't wanna get blamed for it by the wrong kind of person. Back to his original thought? The people here were all very 'different'.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

And Dean would've probably replied with 'hey, at least you're not dead,' but that sounds insensitive even to Dean. So he passes on it for now. Instead, he grins down at Andy. "Yeah, pretty much. Easy lifestyle, y'know."

Dean stretches out further, and yawns slightly. That's one worry gone. "Hey, c'mon down here. I'm bored and someone's gotta drink all this beer."

sorry this is so late!

[fourthbongload.livejournal.com]

While the invitation wasn't exactly unexpected, he took a moment to think on it. Why the hell not, right? "Sure, man, I'll track you down in a sec."

Much as Andy hated to admit it, he wasn't the best at operating the GPS-- despite the thing being practically idiot proof. Maybe it was a lack of practice, because he'd rather find things himself than become completely dependent on a piece of machinery. Ten minutes at most, and he should be able to make it to Dean's spot. Easy to say that if all else failed, he'd have no trouble spotting the ride.

no i haet you for taking so long D< (<33)

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"I'll still be here," Dean replies, leaning back on his car. And he will be, whenever Andy gets there. When Andy arrives, Dean will look like he's sleeping on the hood of his car, arms folded behind his head and eyes closed. He's got two beers waiting next to him.