( there's a simplicity and tradition in it he can respect, hesitant to ask about what the preparations would be for. they will still keep what they want back, that is their rights.
he checks his list again, looking up from it.
if she's going to be here, maybe she can help. makes the task go by faster which means more idle thought time, but also, it means more drinking time. he could do with both. )
( those traditions and practices had never left her but here, and over the last couple of years, but she'd certainly had other distractions. now her focus was more on a simpler practice, of building her life, learning what she wanted of magic rather than focusing on survival by any means. she'd found more of a settled existence.
she looks up at his question, a flicker of surprise in her expression and rowena's instinctual response is to say no. but she doesn't, giving a moment of pause )
( she looks at it for another moment before holding her hand out for it. she can write... and maybe she'll suggest a couple of bottles that aren't on the stock list for flavour )
I won't ask you to pay me.
( the driest joke, and once the pen is in her hand she looks at him expectantly, writing down anything that he says to her. sometimes with a little commentary on it )
( it's - well, nice isn't a word he'd use these days, but it is. it's routine and she's good at writing down what he'll need to grab. he pulls the bottles from within earshot first before pulling boxes from the back and unpacking them.
he shows her one of the bottles, passing it to her )
( if you wanted her preferences. there's just something about it. also maybe he'll find a couple of drinks on his list later that he had not said but she'd certainly suggested them. be a dear, dean )
I prefer it aged, with taste, and not regretting my choices.
(that is pure. she gets a tilt of the head for her acknowledgment and her taste. taste recognizes taste. )
You and me both.
( even younger, he had good taste in bourbon. when he could. he could talk himself into anything. in the apocalypse, it's whatever he could get his hands on, and really more for the crew, than him.
beers were always easy and local though. so pre-apocalypse, he was a beer guy. )
( she recognised that look, smiling a little at it. whilst she did know that dean appreciated a good drink it's certainly nice to feel appreciated too )
Well, I know who to ask for a good drink.
( him, either at their apartments or at this bar. which would most likely become a bar she visited more than any other. when she chose it )
Even if the conversation isn't what you'd want from your bartender.
( her tone is still light, enough that he should recognise that she's teasing. baby steps on trying to friendly joke with him )
A therapist? Is that what you're supposed to be in this little job?
( a light chuckle. that certainly wasn't what she used her bartenders for, she didn't do that kind of opening up, but she probably wouldn't tap him for what she usually used them for either. minus information )
I never understood the "opening your soul to a stranger" that you hear from most drunks in these places.
( or, one person. maybe it was the opposite, maybe he tried for wisdom. isn't that the cliche though? )
Me neither. More people should play it close to the vest.
( well, unless it really counts. if you can tell a big difference between the dean's, it's probably this. the impersonalization. the get out of my face, i'm so tired and can't handle anyone else's shit. cause is shoulder it all.
but he remembers slipping into the worst of people's lives and getting them to open up. to help. that was hunting, too. )
Close, not-- ( she circles a slightly accusative finger in his direction, wiggling it at him before lowering her hand to drink more of her whiskey. you know what she means, dean )
Though many people also lack the nuance of pulling off intrigue.
( and she doesn't fault him. she doesn't pretend to know what he's seen but living through his apocalypse, through the virus that he'd mentioned to her, everything with sam and lucifer... how could all of you stay in tact after that? what rowena did know is that time changed a person )
Though Dean Winchester can as much be a blunt knife as he can skillfully pry information out of someone. ( from experience. circumstances made all the difference ) What gets us places... we adapt.
( sounds like an insult, but it's also a weird flex, so, they can be even in their uncertainty together. he lived his life. he remembers that dean. even if he feels like a distant memory.
...is she in his head?
We adapt.
( that earns her a clink against her glass with his. and a much less charged sip. )
( he'll learn one day that she spent centuries learning to read people. she absolutely is in his head.
so she'll tap the glass gently back, finishing that last bit of her drink, hesitating a second or two before nudging it forward for a refill. sure, she'll drink more with him. when its going well why change it )
Have you had to... remove much confusion of those who forget you're not the Dean they know?
he fills her back up, a generous one, before finishing his and pouring less for himself. he's still on the clock. )
Not more than, I'm not that guy, get over it. ( it sounds heartless, but there's never been anything so tense. he would say it was most emotional with ororo. but he was also swept up in the storm of it all. ) Most people just give me an 'I've seen you somewhere' look. Never mention it, either. You think most people here torture themselves here?
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Date: 2024-10-14 10:46 pm (UTC)( there's a simplicity and tradition in it he can respect, hesitant to ask about what the preparations would be for. they will still keep what they want back, that is their rights.
he checks his list again, looking up from it.
if she's going to be here, maybe she can help. makes the task go by faster which means more idle thought time, but also, it means more drinking time. he could do with both. )
You want to give me a hand?
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Date: 2024-10-15 06:23 pm (UTC)( those traditions and practices had never left her but here, and over the last couple of years, but she'd certainly had other distractions. now her focus was more on a simpler practice, of building her life, learning what she wanted of magic rather than focusing on survival by any means. she'd found more of a settled existence.
she looks up at his question, a flicker of surprise in her expression and rowena's instinctual response is to say no. but she doesn't, giving a moment of pause )
Doing what exactly?
( information before agreement )
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Date: 2024-10-16 12:56 am (UTC)he gives her a flat look, turning the check holder around so she can see the bottle names and numbers. )
I gotta restock. It'll go faster if we both do it. ( that way they both get... ) More conversation time.
( more trust is built, so-to-speak.
and in this case, more drinking. )
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Date: 2024-10-17 08:56 pm (UTC)I won't ask you to pay me.
( the driest joke, and once the pen is in her hand she looks at him expectantly, writing down anything that he says to her. sometimes with a little commentary on it )
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Date: 2024-10-18 01:29 pm (UTC)he shows her one of the bottles, passing it to her )
Apparently, this stuff is like 300 proof.
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Date: 2024-10-18 04:41 pm (UTC)Have you tried it?
( death or being knocked on your ass. she's not certain which would be more likely )
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Date: 2024-10-20 10:25 am (UTC)( he had a lot to hold up. )
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Date: 2024-10-20 05:45 pm (UTC)Well, I suppose I can expect the outcome without needing to experience it.
( she picks the pen back up in case there's anything else he wants to add )
And stronger doesn't necessarily mean to taste.
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Date: 2024-10-20 05:53 pm (UTC)( all stronger, all awful. though, he can get down with some backwoods hooch if it's all he has. )
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Date: 2024-10-20 05:59 pm (UTC)( and that as poor as she grew up she certainly couldn't afford anything good then. she's seen moonshine. hooch. really bad scotch )
I've known some poor alcohol in my time.
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Date: 2024-10-20 06:03 pm (UTC)( what a thing to say, though? )
You like it pure?
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Date: 2024-10-20 06:21 pm (UTC)( if you wanted her preferences. there's just something about it. also maybe he'll find a couple of drinks on his list later that he had not said but she'd certainly suggested them. be a dear, dean )
I prefer it aged, with taste, and not regretting my choices.
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Date: 2024-10-20 07:48 pm (UTC)You and me both.
( even younger, he had good taste in bourbon. when he could. he could talk himself into anything. in the apocalypse, it's whatever he could get his hands on, and really more for the crew, than him.
beers were always easy and local though. so pre-apocalypse, he was a beer guy. )
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Date: 2024-10-20 07:57 pm (UTC)Well, I know who to ask for a good drink.
( him, either at their apartments or at this bar. which would most likely become a bar she visited more than any other. when she chose it )
Even if the conversation isn't what you'd want from your bartender.
( her tone is still light, enough that he should recognise that she's teasing. baby steps on trying to friendly joke with him )
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Date: 2024-10-20 08:00 pm (UTC)( and they can both afford it. his tone chides her back, but stays playful )
Hey, lady. We're not open yet. You want customer service, come back when I clock in as your therapist.
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Date: 2024-10-20 08:05 pm (UTC)( a light chuckle. that certainly wasn't what she used her bartenders for, she didn't do that kind of opening up, but she probably wouldn't tap him for what she usually used them for either. minus information )
I never understood the "opening your soul to a stranger" that you hear from most drunks in these places.
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Date: 2024-10-20 08:10 pm (UTC)( or, one person. maybe it was the opposite, maybe he tried for wisdom. isn't that the cliche though? )
Me neither. More people should play it close to the vest.
( well, unless it really counts. if you can tell a big difference between the dean's, it's probably this. the impersonalization. the get out of my face, i'm so tired and can't handle anyone else's shit. cause is shoulder it all.
but he remembers slipping into the worst of people's lives and getting them to open up. to help. that was hunting, too. )
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Date: 2024-10-20 08:17 pm (UTC)Though many people also lack the nuance of pulling off intrigue.
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Date: 2024-10-20 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-20 08:41 pm (UTC)( and she doesn't fault him. she doesn't pretend to know what he's seen but living through his apocalypse, through the virus that he'd mentioned to her, everything with sam and lucifer... how could all of you stay in tact after that? what rowena did know is that time changed a person )
Though Dean Winchester can as much be a blunt knife as he can skillfully pry information out of someone. ( from experience. circumstances made all the difference ) What gets us places... we adapt.
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:09 pm (UTC)...is she in his head?
We adapt.
( that earns her a clink against her glass with his. and a much less charged sip. )
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:16 pm (UTC)so she'll tap the glass gently back, finishing that last bit of her drink, hesitating a second or two before nudging it forward for a refill. sure, she'll drink more with him. when its going well why change it )
Have you had to... remove much confusion of those who forget you're not the Dean they know?
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:23 pm (UTC)he fills her back up, a generous one, before finishing his and pouring less for himself. he's still on the clock. )
Not more than, I'm not that guy, get over it. ( it sounds heartless, but there's never been anything so tense. he would say it was most emotional with ororo. but he was also swept up in the storm of it all. ) Most people just give me an 'I've seen you somewhere' look. Never mention it, either. You think most people here torture themselves here?
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:31 pm (UTC)( she knows he most likely didn't mean that but she's giving him that instead, a tiny smirk on her )
Have you been to the Crucible yet? A torturer's dream. Or just those with a healthy appreciation of reward and punishment.
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:45 pm (UTC)Which, you sound like you have.
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