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

[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. ]

[whereismypie]

Tossing around words like "accusation" or whatever. [ and one very put-upon sigh from Dean. ]Look, it's just not my thing, okay? I'm not gonna sit here trying to justify myself all night.

[ his tone is mild, and he slowly sips on yet another glass of whiskey.

he notices Loki staring at him. ]

What.

[selfimage]

Neither of us asked you to. Justify yourself, that is. You did that on your own.

[ and down goes the whiskey. ]

You're an open book, Mister Winchester.

[dailydouble]

[ Now it's Ahad's turn to get another drink, while he very carefully doesn't mention that his nature has to do with love and all that goes with it. he has no desire to touch that open book comment. ]

[whereismypie]

[ Dean leans back in his chair, nonchalant as you please and raises an eyebrow at Ahad. then he loooks back at Loki. ]

An open book, really? What an assumption. So you claim you see all there is to know about me?

[ neatly side-stepping the topic of whether justifying himself was as necessary as he initially thought or not. ]

[selfimage]

I didn't say this was a game of extremes. Books are funny that way.

[ he meets his yes, resting his chin on his hands. ]

I'm claiming that you're rather obvious.

[dailydouble]

[ He's going to toss back another shot, before stepping into this. ]

Obvious, and perhaps too willing to accept the easy narrative.

[whereismypie]

[ Dean shrugs, less and less inclined to pursue this particular topic. ]

Whatever. In any case, this stuff ain't exactly a major priority, I got a hundred other things to worry about before questioning why and with who I get laid, man.