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As usual, Dean's life sucks.
But that's not the point, or the focus of Dean's attention at the moment-- no, as much as he'd love to angst about the fact that his mother is nowhere to be found, and that he's having issues with everything ever, and he might possibly-- be... dating, he's not sure if that's the right word, but, whatever it is he's got going on with a certain werewolf-- that's all at the back of his mind, currently. Because right now, Dean is going around Taxon trying to find a hatch that doesn't only give out green shirts and booze. Not that he has a problem with the alcohol-- hell, that's probably the only redeeming part of today.
Unfortunately, Dean's a bit grouchy, because the damn Extras will not stop pinching him. Yes. Pinching. Dean's not entirely sure what day it is anymore, but if he's judging by Taxon's stupid sense of humor, it's probably St. Patrick's Day. Normally, this would not be a day for Dean to complain on, but normally he doesn't get pinched by every person in the world for not wearing green.
The tablet's on, but it's in his pocket, so Taxon is greeted with a lovely visual of the inside of his jacket. And of course, the audio clicks on just as Dean is growling out: "-- goddamn podperson that pinches me is getting a bullet to the face, I swear to--"
There's a rustling noise, a noise of frustration, and then-- bang, a gunshot, accompanied by a, "Oh god!" and a few screams.
... Well, Dean is a man of his word.
But that's not the point, or the focus of Dean's attention at the moment-- no, as much as he'd love to angst about the fact that his mother is nowhere to be found, and that he's having issues with everything ever, and he might possibly-- be... dating, he's not sure if that's the right word, but, whatever it is he's got going on with a certain werewolf-- that's all at the back of his mind, currently. Because right now, Dean is going around Taxon trying to find a hatch that doesn't only give out green shirts and booze. Not that he has a problem with the alcohol-- hell, that's probably the only redeeming part of today.
Unfortunately, Dean's a bit grouchy, because the damn Extras will not stop pinching him. Yes. Pinching. Dean's not entirely sure what day it is anymore, but if he's judging by Taxon's stupid sense of humor, it's probably St. Patrick's Day. Normally, this would not be a day for Dean to complain on, but normally he doesn't get pinched by every person in the world for not wearing green.
The tablet's on, but it's in his pocket, so Taxon is greeted with a lovely visual of the inside of his jacket. And of course, the audio clicks on just as Dean is growling out: "-- goddamn podperson that pinches me is getting a bullet to the face, I swear to--"
There's a rustling noise, a noise of frustration, and then-- bang, a gunshot, accompanied by a, "Oh god!" and a few screams.
... Well, Dean is a man of his word.