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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 12, 2007 10:31:39 GMT -5
Dean sighed as he tipped his 3rd beer back to his throat letting the alcohol tingle as it went down. Dean sighed as he looked around. The club scence wasn't his type but with the lack of entertainment he was up for anything. A case was near by, a Shapeshifter, a clan of them. And untill morning Dean felt obligated to have some fun. He scanned the room of sweaty bodies looking for something that would catch his eye.
He tipped his beer back again as his eyes settled on her.
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Alyssa Danvers
Hooked
It's always the freaky ones that "just wanna talk"
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Post by Alyssa Danvers on Nov 12, 2007 10:41:17 GMT -5
Alyssa moved with the pack of bodies, the music running through her body, it was the most simple thing in the world- dancing- you moved with the music and no one could tell you how to do it. It was the most freeing thing in the world. She should have been hunting, really. But she couldn't be bothered with it, there was too much fun to be had here. She could feel a pair of eyes on her, she turned towards the man who was sitting at the bar and smirked. Dean Winchester. Good ol' Dean. I'd like to see him out hereAlyssa thought with a slight laugh.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 12, 2007 10:48:24 GMT -5
Dean's eyes finally connceted with Alyssa's. He smirked as that smart ass look covered her face. No way was he coming out there to even talk to her, let alone dance. He was here for the booze and nothing more. He was no John Travolta and just the thought of dancing made Dean cringe. He sighed as he took another swig of beer waiting for Alyssa to come to him.
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Alyssa Danvers
Hooked
It's always the freaky ones that "just wanna talk"
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Post by Alyssa Danvers on Nov 12, 2007 10:52:16 GMT -5
ALyssa sighed and for a moment forgot how quickly you could get swept up in the floor. She danced her way out and flipped her hair out of the way "LAzy ass." she poked Dean in the stomach "YOu know, you're metabolism is gonna give out one of these days and you're gonna walk into your motel room all alone, a forty year old weighing 250 pounds" she teased a bit, ordering a Drambouie.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 12, 2007 10:55:05 GMT -5
Dean looked her over with his browline crinkled. Yea...doubt it. Dean really couldn't think of much to say about that. He sighed as he finished off his beer and ordered a fourth. So what brings you too Club Trashic or whatever?
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Alyssa Danvers
Hooked
It's always the freaky ones that "just wanna talk"
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Post by Alyssa Danvers on Nov 12, 2007 10:59:11 GMT -5
"Bored" Alyssa shrugged. "I assumed you know about the hunt, but yeah. Wasn't too into hunting right now. I need some fun." she tossed the bartender a 20 and ordered another drink for when she was done the one she was drinking. "What about you?" she asked, looking him over with a quick sweep of her eyes.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 12, 2007 19:42:45 GMT -5
Dean nodded as she spoke. The hunt, but hey who says a man can't have a little fun while on the job. Dean took another swig of his beer as he glanced at Alyssa. He sighed as he turned to look back at the dancing crowd. Dean was starting to feel the buzz of the beers as he stood up and walked towards the crowd unsure of what in the hell he was doing.
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Post by Kali Manson on Nov 12, 2007 20:47:12 GMT -5
What was she doing here, she never thought she would be caught dead here. he held her arms close to herself. She got whistles from many guys as she walked on past. She wore a sparkling top and a jean skrit. She looked behind her and collided with someone. She fell backwards. Oh my god, I'm so sorry!!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 12, 2007 20:54:36 GMT -5
Dean walked towards the center of the crowd, starting to regret even coming out in the first place. He looked around at all the girls in their skimpy outfits and too tight jeans. He was in very *friendly* person heaven. As Dean admire a blonde on the edge of the crowd he felt a body colided in with his. He turned around as she spoke, looking perfectly sober herself. A surprise to him seeing how half the girls here looked drunk as could be.
Dean couldn't make her face out in the flashign lights. No problem. He said as he started back towards the bar.
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Post by Kali Manson on Nov 12, 2007 20:58:27 GMT -5
Kali looked up in shock when she heard his voice. It couldn't be. She watched him walk back to the bar. SHe picked herself up and brushed off the dust. She smirked and walked up to him. She stood on her tipie toes and covered her eyes. Guess who?
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 12, 2007 21:03:25 GMT -5
Dean was tooken off guard as a pair of small, cool hands covered his eyes and a familar voice he couldn't pinpoint spoke. He smirked as he thought of who it could possibly be. Hmm, Lindsay Lohan?
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Post by Kali Manson on Nov 12, 2007 21:07:05 GMT -5
Kali smirked at his answer. Ha, nice try. Guess again! She leaned up against him. Standing on her tipie toes was hurting. She smiled and took a risk and kissed his neck.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 12, 2007 21:09:46 GMT -5
Dean's skin tingled under her kiss. The feel of her body and the buzz of alcohol was making this much hotter than intended. He smiled as the puzzel pieces started to click. Have I ever told you I loved you and ment it. He knew that a question like that could help knock off about 25 possible girls. In the back of his mind, he pictured Kali up on him like this. But he dared not his mind go there.
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Post by Kali Manson on Nov 12, 2007 21:18:17 GMT -5
Kali smiled and looked down at him. His words made her gasp and her hands dropped from his eyes. She heard some girls around her groan and move away. She looked at him even though he was sitting with his back to her. You...you do!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 12, 2007 21:22:06 GMT -5
Finally Dean hand completed the puzzel. A smile formed across his face, one that had been missing for quite some time. He turned around so he was facing her and looked her over before pulling her body closer to him, and kissing her more passionatly the intended. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the fact she was back that made him happy.
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