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taxonomites2009-06-23 01:31 pm
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013: [Location: Central, Kaylee's Ranch // Visual] Come Sail Away
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!]
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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"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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"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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"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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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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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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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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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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"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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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.