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maskormenacelogs2016-05-06 05:36 pm
kickingand) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-05-06 05:36 pm
and the demons gonna hate
WHO: Dean AND Sam, Jeff, Lucifer, and ANYONE ELSE!
WHERE: around.
WHEN: over the course of the next few days
WHAT: hanging around, making frenemies
WARNINGS: demon dean is his own bag of warnings. will update if anything specific.
ONE. & Sam (Heropa #003)
[ As much as Dean didn't altogether want to, he figured it might as well behoove him to check out his so-called place of residence. Which was comical to begin with - being offered housing straight out of the blue for what? Being a hero? Being the good guy? Wasn't gonna happen - Dean wasn't into it. Maybe once upon a time he would've fallen all over himself for a house with a picket white fence but not this time, not any more. He'd handed over that game weeks ago and now here he was, ol' black eyes, uninterested in being anything more than exactly what he was.
And now without Crowley in tow, meant a whole hell of a lot more.
It didn't imply in the slightest that he'd be staying there, or even spending the slightest lick of time in his brand new house apart from using and abusing the bed, but it implied he had somewhere to sleep (or fuck) if he so chose to. Not that there likely weren't a myriad of other places as well, opportunities at every corner of this new globe, but he'd been handed one on a silver platter and so what would be the point if he didn't at least go look?
Moseying his way along the streets, seemingly minding his own business, Dean finally rolled his eyes up towards the government housing before shrugging his shoulders and heading his way on in. And really, it was much to his chagrin that upon arriving, he just happened to find Sam. The last person on his Most Wanted List. He wasn't upset so much as he was annoyed, his expression immediately flatlining into unamusement, his head cocking slightly as he surveyed the scene in front of him, trying to assess if he should simply blow it off and turn back around, or-- ]
Have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto. [ yes, you're toto, sam. dwi. ]
TWO. & Jeff
[ Dealing with Sam required enough of its own bag of tricks so that by the time the whole situation was over and done with, Dean needed more than a few drinks. More like a couple hundred drinks. Meant that the first thing he had to do was find somewhere to acquire them, and walking the city streets of Heropa, Dean made his way into the first bar that became available, some place that wasn't overly skeezy but still rang of easy booze and even easier women. He didn't want to have to put up any kind of a fight to earn himself some entertainment and free flowing whiskey and so he sat himself at the edge of the bar, immediately waving over the bartender and making with the first bottle of whiskey he could point to.
Surveying the scene as he finally settled in, Dean let his gaze wash over the patons, looking from the occasional woman that flashed him a look to the next, never lingering so much as checking out his options. A demon's gotta make good on his options before he finally settles down after all. Except the thing was, he wasn't entirely clueless, and the guy off to the side who kept staring him down, that 'i've seen you somewhere before' look? Was finally beginning to earn his attention and Dean leaned forward, looking back with mild interest, remaining just this side of silent.
THREE. & Lucy
[ Hungover was a perfectly acceptable time to attend church, right?
Right.
Sunglasses perched precariously on his nose, new information in hand, Dean made his way to Miami with the full intention of hearing Lucifer preach. It wasn't as if he really wanted to, no, but he did want to make a statement. Something that he should've made to Crowley by far sooner, something that sang of the fact that he wasn't in this to be used up and worn out like some family pet. He might've been a Knight of Hell, but he had no interested in being used as one as just because Lucifer was here didn't change that fact. No, Dean didn't have any interest in following orders and maybe if he got there first, he could impress upon that fact through sheer prowess.
Making his way through Lucifer's church, he didn't exactly ease his way into the chapel quietly, pushing open the doors in the back and standing still, lifting his chin as he looked over the heads that turned towards him, training his gaze onto the archangel he hadn't seen in oh, five years now. The archangel that had gotten himself caged back up, where he was meant to be. If he were a different man, it would've been a horrifying, terrifying sight, but it wasn't. No, instead it just was what it was, a thing that Dean was going to have to deal with now. At least once Lucifer was done prattling on about nothing. ]
FOUR. & You (a bar somewhere with whiskey)
[ Dean will be at bar's from here to there. No really, pick a city, pick a place, Dean will probably be drinking whiskey there as soon as night falls.
And most of all? He'll be singing really bad karaoke. Would you like to compliment him on his singing skills? Go for it, because they're absolutely atrocious. Which is all a particularly not-so-fancy way of saying that he's basically going to be busy living on as much whiskey as he can consume while not getting drunk at all, which you're also more than welcome to notice. Basically, Dean is going to continue living the life he was leading at home, sequestering himself in the happiness that is whiskey and cheap women heaven.
Meet him there or be square.]
FIVE. & You (wildcard)
[ Have somewhere else you'd like to run into Dean? Want to get into a fistfight while he's grumbling to himself walking down the street? Want me to write you the first starter that comes to mind? Shoot me a PM! I'd be all for starting just about anything, and i'll be tossing other prompts into the comment section. ]
WHERE: around.
WHEN: over the course of the next few days
WHAT: hanging around, making frenemies
WARNINGS: demon dean is his own bag of warnings. will update if anything specific.
ONE. & Sam (Heropa #003)
[ As much as Dean didn't altogether want to, he figured it might as well behoove him to check out his so-called place of residence. Which was comical to begin with - being offered housing straight out of the blue for what? Being a hero? Being the good guy? Wasn't gonna happen - Dean wasn't into it. Maybe once upon a time he would've fallen all over himself for a house with a picket white fence but not this time, not any more. He'd handed over that game weeks ago and now here he was, ol' black eyes, uninterested in being anything more than exactly what he was.
And now without Crowley in tow, meant a whole hell of a lot more.
It didn't imply in the slightest that he'd be staying there, or even spending the slightest lick of time in his brand new house apart from using and abusing the bed, but it implied he had somewhere to sleep (or fuck) if he so chose to. Not that there likely weren't a myriad of other places as well, opportunities at every corner of this new globe, but he'd been handed one on a silver platter and so what would be the point if he didn't at least go look?
Moseying his way along the streets, seemingly minding his own business, Dean finally rolled his eyes up towards the government housing before shrugging his shoulders and heading his way on in. And really, it was much to his chagrin that upon arriving, he just happened to find Sam. The last person on his Most Wanted List. He wasn't upset so much as he was annoyed, his expression immediately flatlining into unamusement, his head cocking slightly as he surveyed the scene in front of him, trying to assess if he should simply blow it off and turn back around, or-- ]
Have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto. [ yes, you're toto, sam. dwi. ]
TWO. & Jeff
[ Dealing with Sam required enough of its own bag of tricks so that by the time the whole situation was over and done with, Dean needed more than a few drinks. More like a couple hundred drinks. Meant that the first thing he had to do was find somewhere to acquire them, and walking the city streets of Heropa, Dean made his way into the first bar that became available, some place that wasn't overly skeezy but still rang of easy booze and even easier women. He didn't want to have to put up any kind of a fight to earn himself some entertainment and free flowing whiskey and so he sat himself at the edge of the bar, immediately waving over the bartender and making with the first bottle of whiskey he could point to.
Surveying the scene as he finally settled in, Dean let his gaze wash over the patons, looking from the occasional woman that flashed him a look to the next, never lingering so much as checking out his options. A demon's gotta make good on his options before he finally settles down after all. Except the thing was, he wasn't entirely clueless, and the guy off to the side who kept staring him down, that 'i've seen you somewhere before' look? Was finally beginning to earn his attention and Dean leaned forward, looking back with mild interest, remaining just this side of silent.
THREE. & Lucy
[ Hungover was a perfectly acceptable time to attend church, right?
Right.
Sunglasses perched precariously on his nose, new information in hand, Dean made his way to Miami with the full intention of hearing Lucifer preach. It wasn't as if he really wanted to, no, but he did want to make a statement. Something that he should've made to Crowley by far sooner, something that sang of the fact that he wasn't in this to be used up and worn out like some family pet. He might've been a Knight of Hell, but he had no interested in being used as one as just because Lucifer was here didn't change that fact. No, Dean didn't have any interest in following orders and maybe if he got there first, he could impress upon that fact through sheer prowess.
Making his way through Lucifer's church, he didn't exactly ease his way into the chapel quietly, pushing open the doors in the back and standing still, lifting his chin as he looked over the heads that turned towards him, training his gaze onto the archangel he hadn't seen in oh, five years now. The archangel that had gotten himself caged back up, where he was meant to be. If he were a different man, it would've been a horrifying, terrifying sight, but it wasn't. No, instead it just was what it was, a thing that Dean was going to have to deal with now. At least once Lucifer was done prattling on about nothing. ]
FOUR. & You (a bar somewhere with whiskey)
[ Dean will be at bar's from here to there. No really, pick a city, pick a place, Dean will probably be drinking whiskey there as soon as night falls.
And most of all? He'll be singing really bad karaoke. Would you like to compliment him on his singing skills? Go for it, because they're absolutely atrocious. Which is all a particularly not-so-fancy way of saying that he's basically going to be busy living on as much whiskey as he can consume while not getting drunk at all, which you're also more than welcome to notice. Basically, Dean is going to continue living the life he was leading at home, sequestering himself in the happiness that is whiskey and cheap women heaven.
Meet him there or be square.]
FIVE. & You (wildcard)
[ Have somewhere else you'd like to run into Dean? Want to get into a fistfight while he's grumbling to himself walking down the street? Want me to write you the first starter that comes to mind? Shoot me a PM! I'd be all for starting just about anything, and i'll be tossing other prompts into the comment section. ]
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I know what the audience likes, what can I say! Not my best performance, but it did the job. [ Music is probably the only thing she's confident about. Sorry, Dean, but she will boast about this one. ]
I'm apparently not good enough for any free drinks though. Ah, well! [ Maybe another night. Seeing as how she's a DJ, she figures she's in for more than few crazy times. Besides, it seems like make-out man is drinking enough for the both of them. ]
My name's Rose, by the way.
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But even so, at the mention of free drinks, Dean pauses for a second before shrugging, tapping the countertop to get the bartender's attention. He can spare a free drink for the lady without making it look like he's trying to get her in bed - which he isn't. Yet. He'll probably get there because that's just what he does now. Can't help himself after all. ]
Anything the lady wants, on me.
[ It's not exactly spoken in the gentlest of tones, more of a forceful boast than anything, but he's not trying to make buddies. He's still a dick down in his unbeating heart before he turns back, once more, eyebrows raising with the interest that comes with an introduction. ]
Dean.
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Totally.
Ahem. Anyway. She can't help the smile that plays at her lips as he gives her the okay to order whatever she wants to drink. She hadn't actually cared though she's not about to say no to free alcohol. ]
Aw, shucks. You liked my singing that much? [ Not that she'd actually know if he did or didn't despite giving her the little credit he did. He's a bit of a hard one to read, actually. It's interesting. ]
Nice to meet you, Dean! Officially. [ Not... y'know. Sucking face with random ladies on the street. ] And I'll have a long island, good sir.
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Nobody should ever say no to free alcohol, and Dean'd almost be amazed if she had. And while it's likely that he's only doing this to see if he can inevitably get in her pants, he hasn't gotten to the part where he's big on making that completely clear yet. He probably will in due time, but there's only just starting to be booze involved.
He'll get there, because he's a class act and then some. ]
Officially, huh. [ Oh, the places he could go with that singular comment. But he's not that much of a sleaze bucket, even if he'll tease slightly at it. ] I don't know, you didn't seem too big on any of my other introductions, either.
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Well, I wouldn't say that. [ She would. ] You've got skills with the ladies [ read: making out ] but your musical introduction could have definitely used some work.
[ 'I'm Too Sexy' isn't appropriate serenading music, alright. Hilarious, but not appropriate. ]
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Hey, what can I say. I make friends wherever I go and karaoke? Is just another conversation starter.
[ Who cares about serenading. Really. Who. ]
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It got me talking to you anyway. So, hey, mission accomplished. Now can you keep my interest? That's the real test.
[ Hey, now. She cares about serenading! It's also a great way to impress the ladies, so. It's only to his advantage, really. ]
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[ And there we go.
It’s not as if it takes him long to hit on anyone when he isn’t a demon - women are just an immediate interest of his, whether or not they tend to get hit on usually. He can’t help himself, but especially now it’s nearly an addiction, something he can do to keep himself at least somewhat preoccupied apart from his murderous desires.
Not to mention, sex is fun. So. Y’know. ]
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Okay, she can. She can still roll with this. Ignoring that awfully embarrassing knee-jerk reaction anyway. ]
Are you trying to tell that you have the moves like Jagger?
[ Hah. Her quick wit wins again. Well, if nothing else, it buys her a little more time. She's... not one hundred percent sure how to navigate this situation. She never has been, if she's being perfectly honest. It's not the first time (and likely won't be the last) but every time it's about she can do to not flop like a fish out of water. ]
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Not just the embarrassment aspect of it, but the fact that he got a reaction at all, and he swirls his own drink with some measure of mild amusement, knocking back the rest of it while he waits for a response. Which is one that earns a snort and a considerable eye roll. ]
If we're talkin' about a guy who's gonna roll his way into the grave, then yeah- better than.
[ Because let's be real here. Dean isn't even fond of radio hits, and besides, they all know he's going to be kicking it here soon anyway. Which Dean is most certainly not. But that's besides the point, and Dean is still utterly amused, twisting his glass around just for something to do with his hands. ]
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She's not sure whether that makes this better or worse. His amusement is mildly embarrassing but oddly enough also helps alleviate her nerves just a tad. She's gotta be doing something right if she's at least keeping his interest, yeah? Gods, what is she even thinking. ]
That's a pretty bold claim. Somehow I doubt you can back it up.
[ Goading him seems to be working well so far. ]
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Doesn't mean he can't like it for the hunt too, the push and pull of it, waiting until the moment breaks through and he can sink his teeth in. Because even if it doesn't work, there's more women here, more opportunities. He'll take someone home tonight, he's just trying his hand at her right now.
With the hope that it works. Because truth be told, he's interested, and that he's not going to lie about. He wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't. ]
You don't think so, huh. [ He just leans forward a bit, invading her space more so because he can. ] You want to try me?
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Hmm. Hmmm. This is going actually a lot better than she could have anticipated. The blond takes another sip of her alcohol, seemingly assessing the situation. There's a lot of pros and cons to weigh here. There's a lot she's worried about... only to quickly realize a lot of those worries are irrelevant because this is a whole new life. ]
I kind of do. [ Still. ] Even if I'm not so sure that's actually a good idea.
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And why's that? Waiting for something better to come along? Because i'm not- I got you here.
[ Whether or not that's true - whether or not there's easier women waiting on the wings, it doesn't mean that Dean is incapable of whipping out easy charm just for the hell of it. Because if this works, then it means he doesn't have to play the game with anyone else. ]
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I bet you say that to all the ladies. [ He does. That much is easy enough to glean. ] But you've got some good game, I'll give you that.
[ The blond gives an audible hhmmm. There's really no reason not to. After all, her only hang ups back home have been basically erased coming here. It's scary to potentially make herself so vulnerable but, there again, with a one night stand... does she have to?
It's a new life, a new start so- ]
Well, since you've got me... what do you plan to do?
[ Huhuhu. See! She can totally be smooth. Totally. Nevermind that she can't keep a straight face to save her life. ]
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But the fact of the matter is that she continues, opening Dean up to a word of verbal possibility. What does he plan to do? Because oh now there's an interesting question and he lures a smile into existence, one that could almost be deemed pleasant if it wasn't so inherently devious. What he'd truly like to do is inch her closer and he all but settles a hand on her hip, fully aware that touching has yet to have been made allowed yet, and instead he hovers there with all the intent in the world.
Especially since she's already made the point that he's got her. Which, score one for him, means that all he has to do is keep doing what he's doing. ]
With my hands or my mouth? Because you know, there is a world of possibility.