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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"Hey!" Buffy protests, unconvincingly. "There's Xander! Xander has whole moments of lucidity sometimes." Buffy... should also probably be on her best behavior around Giles, considering he's her Watcher and everything. But she never is.

"You... don't use forks?" She asks quizzically, raising an amused eyebrow. "I don't have a pen with me, but define 'chick-flick', for future reference."

There is some disapproving head-shaking going on here. "Bullets don't do anything to vamps, other than piss them off enough to put them in that extra-enthusiastic neck bitey mood."

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"Moments of lucidity don't count as sanity, Buffy, my dear," Dean snorts. And the reason Buffy can get away with that is because she doesn't have to be afraid of Giles stabbing her. Or something.

"... I use forks, obviously." Dean says, exasperated. "I just don't carry them around on my person. I live out of my car, remember? And chick-flick is... hell, I dunno, cheesy shit."

That doesn't make any sense to Dean. "Neither do crossbows? The only good way to get rid of a vampire is to behead it. Then the bastard doesn't come back."

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Well that's true. If Buffy knew of Dean's Giles-fear, she'd probably still laugh at him though. She's actually laughing at him now, mostly for the use of 'my dear'- until a thought occurs to her (related to sanity and her 'friends'), and she asks, casually. "Faith mentioned you were taking her out to eat?"

She looks suitably sheepish, because okay, maybe that was a slightly ridiculous question. "Oh, right-- I guess full dinner sets don't come with the whole travelling lifestyle gig." Insert mild eyeroll here. "I'll try to refrain from pink and hearts somehow."

She makes a face that pretty much says 'bzuh?' "...you're kidding, right? What about staking?" She mimes the staking action to illustrate, sadly lacking in an actual wooden stake, because it's daytime.

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Probably. It's kind of a pathetic fear, especially since Giles is... Giles. But Buffy mentions Faith, and Dean grins slightly. He likes Faith. "Yeah, I did. She practically molested my car."

Dean doesn't mind, just rolls his eyes in return, sipping from his beer. "Thanks. Toby wouldn't let me live it down."

And here we go, the differences in slaying are coming out. "... Staking is a myth. Doesn't do anything except paralyze 'em." Dean pauses, and then snorts. "Apparently your vampires aren't as hardcore as mine."

Which gives him a weird sense of satisfaction, actually.

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Buffy raises both eyebrows on the subject of car-molesting, her expression fairly wry. "Well, it's a nice car." She doesn't make any further comment or ask any more questions, because Faith and Buffy have this complex relationship of trying to stab/drown each other periodically, and she'd rather not get into it.

"Who's Toby?" She asks, also pausing for beer-sippage, before almost choking on it with indignance. "My vampires are very hardcore! Crazy ancient shaman guys gave me superpowers to fight them! Or... not me specifically-- it's a heritage thing, but that's not the point. Yours are just... weird."

Yup, that's the crux of her argument right there.

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Obviously Faith is a no-no topic. Dean lets it drop for now, shrugging and taking a sip of his beer. Well, Dean likes Faith enough for the both of them, then.

"Friend of mine. He fixed up my hand," Dean explains, before letting out a snort at Buffy's indignant choke. He stares at her with a vaguely bemused look as she defends her vampires. At least they aren't sparkly.

"From an outsider's point of view, which sounds more professional, guy with a gun, or chick with crazy shaman powers?" Dean replies, raising an eyebrow.

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Buffy is working on not hating Faith's existence, if it's any consolation. It's like a new project of hers.

"Ah. Good to know, that there's a Doctor here." She nods, before continuing, in an exaggeratedly super-calm way. "Not that I need doctors all that often of course, with my crazy unprofessional shaman powers that make me heal fast and kick all kinds of super-strength ass, which by the way I can give you a demonstration of any time, if you're unconvinced."

...No-one disses Buffy's calling, kthx.

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That's good, at least? Dean can help. Somehow. He'll break up the catfights. Or something.

"He's a good guy," Dean adds. Then he laughs, totally getting a kick out of Buffy's defensiveness. "Now you're just showing off. Give it a rest, Gung-Ho Girl, I know how tough you are. I'm teasing."

And for good measure, he'll nudge her in the side.

"Those shaman powers sound pretty damn nice right now, y'know." He mentions waving his cast a bit.

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Dean for world peace!

Okay, at least Buffy can recognize when she's being faintly ridiculous-- and laugh at herself, which she is now currently doing. "Sorry... I just have an obligation to defend my reputation as the 'mythic defendery' one. Not that it really means anything here, with the complete lack of demon action... the powers aren't bad though."

She sighs, and nudges him back, eyeing his cast. "How did you do that, anyway? You never really said."

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... The world is doomed.

Dean realizes he probably started it, but he was having too much fun with it to quit. He's so used to people belittling his job that it barely phases him. "Gonna agree with you on the lack of action. I never thought I'd miss kicking some demon's ass back to Hell."

Oh, Buffy, you really think he's going to answer that truthfully? He grins at her.

"Freak bazooka accident."

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...Oops?

To be fair, Buffy enjoys the occasional petty insignificant argument anyway, and Dean is entertaining. "Neither did I..." She admits, running a finger idly around the rim of her bottle. "Okay, I don't miss the tentacle-slime and bruising parts all that much-- but having a mission? Yes, sometimes."

It was worth a try? She raises an eyebrow at him, clearly unconvinced.

"Uhuh. And then your dog ate it?"

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It probably would've been doomed from some dime-a-dozen apocalypse, anyway.

Those are always fun. Dean misses banter, and Buffy is giving him his fix. "... Tentacle slime? Nasty." He makes a bit of a face, because Dean's mind automatically goes straight to the dirty things.

Worth a try. She might get it out of him someday, but he's already had a heart-to-heart today, and isn't looking for another one.

"Bigfoot stole it, actually."

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True. Also, Buffy is always happy to provide banter, it's one of her primary functions in life.

"Tentacle slime was really only on exceptionally bad occasions. Most of the time it was just your good old fashioned horn--" She was just about to say horny, when she realised that there are some words you cannot put 'y' on the end of. "--ed. Horned and tailed kind." She too makes a face, and tries to wash away horn and/or tentacle related thoughts with beer.

"Darn that pesky Bigfoot-related crime-wave that's been going around lately." She smirks, well acquainted with flimsy excuses and not wanting to talk about things. "Okay, I'm dropping it."

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Dean's too. Fighting monsters really has no charm unless the banter is good.

Oh, Buffy, you're only fueling the fire. Dean almost inhales some of his beer when she cuts herself off, because that was way too hilarious to pass up. Horny tentacle monsters. Fun. "Must've been a barrel of monkeys."

Oh, good, Dean's glad. He wasn't running out of excuses, not by a long shot, but they were getting more and more unbelievable. "What, you don't believe me? Bigfoot's totally a klepto." Dean chuckles.