IC CONTACT POST

[uberboned]

[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

[[OOC: This is an IC voicemail post for all verses games. Please put the name of the verse/game you want in the subject heading.]]

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[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Oh! [Like she had completely forgotten what they were doing in the first place, she moves from his mouth to his ear. She kisses his cheek, nips rather roughly at his earlobe, then whispers poorly into his ear.]

I have a new friend and you're a liar. He's not inbred or a hick at all. I like him.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel stumbles back a little, eyes going suddenly wide. It doesn't take two guesses to figure out what that means.]

You talked to Sam?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Shhhh! [She's laughing.] It's a secret!

He's really nice. We had lunch an' talked all about your brother. [She puts a finger up to her lips and talks a touch quieter.] I think he might be on drugs, though.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

He's on demon blood. [Gabriel is so scandalized right now, he can't even.] Did he say anything about me- don't answer that. That sounds really gay. What did he tell you?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Demon...blood? [For a moment, she stops to actually process that, until he makes the gay comment. That derails her thought train and gets her giggling again.]

You're so nosy. Always gotta know exactly what I do an' who I talk to. Sammy an' I had a private an' intel...intellab...smart people talk. Which is why you weren' invited!

[Like this is a game, she can't stop laughing. She makes two attempts before she can stand up on the padded floor. She's very unsteady until she starts bouncing in place.]

You jealous? What'cha gonna do about it, old man? [The drunk teenager is at least being playful about it. This is fun to her. She'll hate herself in the morning, but right now, playing sounds nice. Even with something she should be feeling guilty about.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Not even a little. Sam can't hold a candle to me. [He beeped her on the nose and then pulled her down into his lap.] C'mooon. You can tell me. I won't let Sam know you're playing double agent.

[Well, two could be playful about this. :|]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She squealed when he pulled her down into his lap. The girl kicked a little, laughing, before she slipped one arm around his shoulders. Her index finger pressed his lips down and she shushed him.]

You know I don' kiss an' tell.

[Now she's just messing with you, Gabe.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't be able to reach him. [Gabriel is so sure he's a better man than Sam Friggin' Winchester, he doesn't even consider the possibility, beyond the sheer irritation that Jinx likes him- not that he doesn't like the Winchesters to some degree] Don't even get any ideas from that- I hear from his paper trail of dead lovers he's got a venom cock worthy of the worst harlequin romance novel.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[There's a dreamy quality to her voice as she sighs.] I love Harley Quinn romance novels.

[Snapping back to reality.] He's nice. He didn' try to kill me once. Didn' even freak out when he fig'red I was yours. Which he found out. With his brain.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Even the kind where everyone dies? I mean, sure everyone dies naked after having the best sex, but I've read the books Chuck's been writing about those boys. They're just not that good. ...'Cept for the ones with me in them. I'll give the guy some credit. It's like he almost knows me.

[He stares] Huh. Well. I did save his ass- technically, he owes me. [Yeah, because Sam totally owes him when he's the life ruiner. Shhh.] Don't get too comfortable- the guy's screwed demons. He's not really the one you oughta be worried about.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[All she gets from that...]

That homeless fuck writes books 'bout you? I wanna read 'em.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

About them. Sam and Dean. I'm a secondary character. Hell, I don't even think I can say that much. I was only in two of 'em... The ones that got printed anyway.

You'll just have to sober up and ask Hobo Stephen King if he can cough up a few. I know he probably speaks fluent drunk, but I wanna keep you all to myself right now. Call me selfish, but that's just how it's gonna be. [He brushes a finger across the bridge of her nose and beeps her right on the tip.]