OPEN. NEVER HAVE I EVER (INSERT THING NEVER DONE HERE).

[selfimage]

CHARACTERS: Open! Starring Dean Winchester & Loki as your fantasy sitcom heroes.
DATE: October 9th
WARNINGS: It's Dean & Loki, so it's bound to get lewd. Also drinking. Tread carefully, but if anything rears its ugly head, I'll add it.
SUMMARY: Never Have I Ever at The Den. Live before a studio audience.

It's been a week since the sun had gone, and the darkness is enough to begin to drive anyone mad. There was little headway to be made, and the darkness seemed cause enough for the bad blood between the humans and the goblins to boil. With tensions high, and suspicions raging, an occasional retreat was welcomed, especially in the form of food and alcohol. The Den is bustling, filled with those roaring and laughing, drinking away whatever ill feelings needed quenching, and looking for something to do while the sun remains absent. There are lanterns and candles to keep everything well lit, but causing a variety of interesting shadows to creep along the walls. Servers weave between benches and tables to go about their duties to feed and water hungry patrons.

There are two of ALASTAIR's inter-dimensional travelers sitting at the edge of an unsurprisingly empty bench toward the back of the tavern. One of them, clad in a tacky green jacket and golden horned diadem, looks cocky enough to be crossing his legs at the knee. There's a shirt hung over his neck like a victory scarf. His companion, a short haired, broad shouldered fellow, seems to have lost his shirt entirely. There's a bottle between the two of them, and shot glasses on the table filled with a clear, amber liquid.

They're loud enough to be heard.

"Never have I ever been known as Chisel Chest in any form," Loki says with a hint of a smile that tugs at the end of his lips. He leans his elbows on the table, weaves his black-tipped fingers together, and rests his chin on his folded hands. He feigns disappointment. "That makes it your drink." He holds up his shot in toast.

There's plenty of room on the bench for anyone who wants to join them.

Comments

[selfimage]

[ there's a brief, amused glance at Ahad before he looks back at Dean. ]

He seems to think that we're of the same mindset as he is.

[ let's just talk about Dean like he's not here. ]

[dailydouble]

[ Ahad raises an eyebrow, before tilting his head toward Loki (and away from Dean). ]

Do you think we've made him uncomfortable? [ This would almost be like the grownups at the table are talking, if Loki counted as one. ]

[selfimage]

[ hey, he's a grown-up when he feels like being one. it comes with the territory. ]

Ah—possibly. He was, however, very willing to take his shirt off for me.

[dailydouble]

[ Ahad finds Loki's grown-up status very questionable. Very questionable. ]

I question the intent behind it. It is a display of virility, of course... [ He'll trail off suggestively. ]

[selfimage]

[ WHEN HE FEELS LIKE IT. ]

I've seen better—I mean, I'll give him a seven out of ten. Generous seven and a half.

[ Loki says, tipping his glass to the side. ]

But I come from the realm of chiseled chests.

[whereismypie]

Excuse you fellas, I am still here.

Or— seriously, get a room.

[ he points at Loki. ]

You're just bragging. Also you conned me outta that shirt, so I question your motives.

[ the he points at Ahad. ]

Nothing makes me uncomfortable, but nice try.

[dailydouble]

[ He'll glance back at Dean, affecting surprise that he's still here and listening. ]

You would have done better to claim that this does not make you uncomfortable. Nothing is so very broad.

[ Leaning a little closer to Loki, he doesn't even bother to change his volume as he once again speaks as if Dean wasn't right there. ]

A seven may even be too generous.

[whereismypie]

Semantics, whatever.

[ he raises an eyebrow at the whispering. ]

A: I'm still here.

B: What is this, high school? Are we scoring each other like horny teenagers now?

[selfimage]

The more he talks the lower the number seems to get.

[ Loki lowers his hand flatly. ]

This is a legitimate discussion and rating—ah, I get it. You're having trouble with a less-than-perfect rating!

[dailydouble]

That seems to be a reoccurring problem.

[ This is sadly not the first time that Ahad has found Dean more attractive when he doesn't speak. ]

[whereismypie]

Now you guys are just neck-deep in really rude territory.

Good thing I ain't trying to sleep with any of you — no offense, you guys just aren't my type, like, at all.

[ he smiles sweetly at both. ]

Keep badmouthin', you jerks.

[selfimage]

This isn't the first time you've said this. Yes, okay—fine.

Riddle me this, what is your type?

[ it's debatable how much Loki cares, and how much he's going along with him. ]

[whereismypie]

My type?

Simple.

I like ladies.

[selfimage]

[ Loki's mouth opens as if he's going to say something, and then promptly closes. instead he turns on his elbow toward Ahad, looking at him knowingly. ]

[dailydouble]

[ Ahad echos the position, adding a raised eyebrow on his part. ]

[whereismypie]

[ this gets a super eyeroll out of Dean. whites of eyes showing and everything. ]

[selfimage]

Well then, Mister Heteronormative, you do know that ladies isn't a type, don't you? Usually a type indicates traits and other physical attributes that you normally find attractive.

[ facing Ahad, he tips his head over his shoulder, green eyes sliding back to look over at Dean. ]

[dailydouble]

For instance, I find strength and a certain amount of playfulness and humor under a serious exterior attractive. If you needed an example.

[ Ahad's looking up, instead of at the others. ]

[whereismypie]

That's cute, I'm sure. Look fellas, I know you're just dying for specifics, but yeah, that's the only part of my type that you need to know about. Sorry to break your hearts, boys.

[ still smiling sweetly ]

[selfimage]

Ah, yes. The horror of being the one straight guy at the table.

[ Loki says a bit dully, waving his fingers to illustrate. ]

[dailydouble]

[ Ahad will raise an eyebrow and then wave a hand dismissively. ]

I never use such restrictive terms. How...close-minded.

[selfimage]

[ there's a fleeting glance over at Ahad. ]

It's one of the ways the Midgardians define their sexual identities. There are some judgments that are made in terms of what they believe to be the status quo. Er ... we'll not get into that one. They'd call it a very big can of worms.

[ and a quirk of his head to Dean. ]

Wrong? Right? Nail on the head?

[whereismypie]

... wow. Wow. I ain't touching that one with a ten-foot pole.

Look, people can screw with whoever they want, gay, not gay, whatever; seriously, not my problem. Like, ever.

I just know that I like sleeping with the ladies and that dudes just aren't my thing, yanno? Just personally not interested.

[ sometimes, Dean can do unsubtle politically correct. he does think you're both gay though. ]

[dailydouble]

No one accused you of being attracted to men. That you did entirely on your own.

[ There's a slight emphasis on the word 'accused'. As if he's using it for a reason. ]

[selfimage]

[ Loki's getting himself a drink. he doesn't say a thing, which is a feat, really, Loki always has something to say. he just looks at Dean from over the rim of his glass. ]