015: [holo] [location: Sunnydale Cemetary] Yellow Fever

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Accidental posts seem to be all the rage for Dean these days.

This time, he's sitting outside, lounging on the back section of his Impala. His expression is a bit tense, like he's uneasy about something, and every once in a while he scratches at his arm, which are turning a bright red color. Maybe there's something on his mind?

Or maybe he's got this weird suspicion that any second now, something nasty things are going to pop out of gravestones in that cemetery he's parked in front of.


[[ooc: Glitch start! ♥]]

Comments

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

'Scaredy' and all variations thereof could work pretty well, though?

"It's probably for the best." Buffy looks extremely relieved as she makes her way (a lot more sedately) to the passenger door, and hops in next to Dean. She raises a solitary eyebrow at the music, giving him a pointed sidelong look.

"If this turns into an 80s movie montage I refuse to participate."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

'Scaredy Dean' does have a nice ring to it.

When she mentions the 80s montage thing, Dean gives her a flat look. Come on, Buffy, don't you know the rules? They're simple: driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cakehole.

"You should've seen what Sam had in here when he took my car for a while," Dean replies, starting the car carefully.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Oh, she will be using that one.

Buffy never shuts her cakehole, that's also a simple rule that Dean should probably learn.

"Experimental jazz?" She suggests, familiarizing herself with the car a little-- this is the first time she's been inside, after all.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Fantastic. Dean's looking forward to it.

Good point. He's starting to get that.

"No, even though you can't get much worse than that," Dean says, starting his car. "Celine Dion. Little bitch put Celine Dion in my car."

And he's driving! Really, really slowly.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"No way-- Celine Dion?" She laughs, reclining a little into her seat as it looks like this is going to be a rather long journey, at the rate Dean is driving.

"When I was at college I had a soul-sucking demon for a roommate and all she ever played was Celine Dion. Over and over. It's the music of evil! Bad hair and evil."

Hopefully that particular anecdote isn't too terrifying? Oops.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Not too terrifying, but deeply disturbing. Dean's grinning slightly at the end of that, though he's entirely focused on the road at the moment, watching out for anything that can cause problems.

"You got the bad hair part down," Dean replies, giving a small snort.