005: Little toooown, it's a quiet village....

[uberboned]

[Transmission clicks on mid-rant,  because he meant to turn the damn thing on, but got distracted by a wayward Cupid. Those little things are pesky. :|]

-little sparkly freak. Annnd the light's blinking. For those of you watching at home, I didn't dropkick Cupid, but I'm about ten seconds from it. You think that would offend the locals? ....I wonder what they do to criminals in this town. I'm not really seeing this as being the hang 'em high kinda place. Unless the nooses are made of licorace or something. Geez. It's like the Valentine's section at a department store exploded. Or we docked in a Disney movie and, by the way? If anyone breaks into song, I'm... No, I'm actually probably gonna laugh and consider the Admiral worthy of my undying respect. 

Also, I'm offended at this place's complete disregard for anything other than traditional couples. If this is the love port, you'd think there'd be a lot more orgies. Woodstock was better at free love than this joint and a heckuva lot less cheesy. C'mon.

Anyway. Maxxie, Rubes, Deano, JD, John-Boy, Ringo... Whoever else is out there bored out of their skulls and wandering listlessly around this joint with nothing to do... As soon as I take care of some business in the casino, I'm parking it at the bar and am not moving an inch until we leave. Wild horses covered in pink flowers will not drag me from that place, but hot local girls might. 

[OOC: And by "take care of something in the casino," he means "harrass the patrons." A LOT OF GAMBLERS ARE DICKS, OKAY? Feel free to spam, comment, do whatever you want. He has a date with Max and Ruby (not simultaneously), at some point, and a make-out session with Irene, but I'm still all open for plotting if anyone wants it. I am flexible like that.]

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spam~

[youdaman.livejournal.com]

Max had her own fair share of fun at the casino too. With her IQ she couldn't lose, so she walked away with more money than the Admiral had left her. She didn't normally carry a purse but she could feel the dull weight there in the shoulder bag that she was carrying.

She was thankful for the fact that her body temperature could regulate itself and was wearing fairly comfortable attire (http://www.polyvore.com/in_town_called_malice/set?id=6420497) when she stepped into the bar and took a seat on one of the thick pink stools.

She loved the colors in this place. It surprised her because she was more of a tomboy than she'd like. There were, yeah, hearts circling around her. She had long since gotten over the annoyance of them and just flicked one away with her fingers watching it slide through the air and then come back like a scorned puppy.

spam~

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

The hearts, Gabe decided, he could live without, but whatever. He got to take out some of his frustrations out on the locals (a little just desserts wasn't gonna hurt anyone in this joint- it was practically a 'have your cake and eat it too' kind of place and some of that's probably literal) and that meant less desire to murder half the Barge. Score one for Team Trickster.

He sidled up to the bar and practically slid onto the stool beside Max, even though popping it would've probably been cooler. He was pretty sure blending in with the locals was an important here.

"There's just something about this place that makes me want to start using cheesy pick-up lines, but I'll spare you." He rolled his shoulders and snapped his fingers at the bartender to get his attention. "Barkeep, give me the sweetest thing you have and make it sweeter, if you know what I mean and I know you do." That done, he leaned on the bar and turned back to Max. "So what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Shameless. Really and truly.

spam~

[youdaman.livejournal.com]

To complete the entire ensemble Max had a ball cap on, and when Gabe occupied the stool beside her she turned it backward over her long black hair and sucked on her lower lip a moment before replying to his company.

"I know it's like the lil' folk town of love and decency or something. Why can't real life be this way?" She thought on her own home and rubble and soot everywhere and the fact that everything was hard to come by. Having coffee each morning usually meant you were of an upper class.

"Nice girl," Max snorted and rolled her eyes. "I think you're mistaking me for somebody else, Trick." She watched the bartender nod at her friends request. "Get me somethin' a little harder. Because I gotta feeling that every damn thing in this town is sweet." The last sentence was more a mutter.

"These little heart things are creepers. They don't leave you alone, it's like I'm in a cartoon or something." Max laughed.

spam~

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

"I was gonna say what's a badass girl doing in a set straight out of Disneyland, but then I decided... I like irony." Gabe tilted his head slightly to the side, grinning sardonically.

He reached up and poked one tentatively. "A horrible, horrible cartoon. This is the kinda thing I'd dream up to torture someone who hates happiness with." He snapped his fingers, the hearts vanished for about ten seconds, only to come back with more vehemance. "...Eh. Worth a shot," he shrugged.

spam~

[youdaman.livejournal.com]

Max couldn't help but laugh at that. Mostly because she had never been to Disney Land... she didn't think the place was even still up and running where she was from. She'd seen a few of the movies though, but not when she was a child.

When he snapped and they disappeared she pulled a face. She didn't mind them too terribly when they came back but she was still impressed at the talent. "That was interesting." She had a smug smile.

"Better than taking down what you said was an arch demon anyway," she didn't follow the Winchester's world implicitly yet. Part of her didn't really want to. "I'm beginning to like it here though. It's got a happier feel than the barge, damn boat even has steely air."

spam~

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

He wagged a pinky at her. "More power in my little pinky than most people have in their whole self. My ego is so justified, but I leave the demons to their... Demon-ing. Much better for my sanity."

And where there are demons, there are creatures that can smell the angel on him, and he liked to avoid that.

He eyed the hearts warily and then shrugged, drumming his fingers on the bar. "I could think of worse places to be stuck," he said, tone considering. "Worst people to be stuck with, too." He winked.

Now you have me listening to that soundtrack. I was happy with Led Zepplin. :[

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

No one cares.

I'M SORRY, BB. THAT HAS TO BE THE WORSE WHIPLASH EVER.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Sammy, I think you should take advantage of the overabundance of desperate women here and get yourself laid. Tell you what, I'll even pick one out for you and send her your way. Just 'cause I like you so much.

It was like "Dazed and Confused" too. But lol I forgive you. <3

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

I don't need to get laid, dick.

XD <333

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Really bad Australian accent. And loudly. So, like, everyone within twenty feet of him can hear.] And if you listen closely, you can hear the cry of the desperate Winchester, calling out for a mate.

spam?

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere, there is a demon, laughing her ass off. Perhaps behind you.]

spam!

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[OH LOOK A RUBY. Click goes the journal.] He secretly loves me and is too scared of his own feelings to admit it. How's Sparkletown treating you?

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[There's some muffling, as Sam is obviously trying to silence the journal. He might be hiding out in a library. Yes. A library.]

Cut it out.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[SAVED BY THE RUBY. You win this round, Winchester. CLICK GOES THE JOURNAL. :|]

he's probably hiding in a library like Sam XD

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

I'm glad someone's enjoying himself.

ALWAYS WITH THE LIBRARIES. YOU PEOPLE DON'T KNOW HOW TO LIVE.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I could live without the sparkly children and the fluffy floating hearts, but, at least, the drinks are great.

What's the matter, Azi? No holiday spirit.

he knows how to live! it's just living in libraries

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

You realize that the only other person who calls me by that insipid nickname is Dean Winchester, don't you?

And I'm afraid this is all sort of... erm... commercial for me to really enjoy it.

GABE DISAGREES. I think Az has the right idea though, man. :|

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Wait. Was that supposed to make me stop?

Yeah, the rampant commercialism is a little in my face, but there's booze! ....You probably don't drink.

he's like a doting old grandfather B)

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

Hope does spring eternal.

I do, in fact, drink, though not so precipitously as you're speaking of. Certainly not to the extent that it would be counted as a vice.

HE IIIIS. It's ADORABLE. *FLUFFS HIM*

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Only Gabriel can recite Enoch and make it sound like he's basically saying, "YOUR MOM." :|]

Observe ye everything that takes place in the heaven, how they do not change their orbits, and the luminaries which are in the heaven, how they all rise and set in order each in its season, and transgress not against their appointed order.

Around noon, Kissing Town bar

[always-thewoman.livejournal.com]

Irene was in love.

Everything was rosy and gorgeous and she was in love and she remembered this, she remembered what it felt like. Walking down the street, she felt as if she were walking on clouds. She hadn't felt this good in a long time, if she was being honest. She had felt like this, she thought, as a girl, but not since then - not this pure and radiant and... God, this town was beautiful.

Irene practically spun into the bar, her color high and a song in her heart. She dropped down onto a bar stool and leaned forward towards the bartender. "I don't suppose, sir, that you have any pancakes back there? I would absolutely adore some pancakes at this particular point in time." And, as this was Kissing Town, and the citizens were keen on encouraging any sort of adoration, whether it be between two people or a girl and a plate of starchy breakfast cakes, the bartender simply grinned and whistled an order back to the kitchen, despite the fact that it was noon.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

If the hearts flittering around his head were any indication, Gabe was probably in love too, but that was one of those things he would never admit to anyone and sure as hell wasn't related to this town. Max was simply just that hot.

Still. Not admitting he was in love or not, Gabe very rarely passed up the opportunity to be a flirt- he sort of defaulted to it around women. "Gotta love a girl who adores her inappropriate starches," he noted, drowning the last of his latest bit of Kissing Town poison. As much as he drank at this bar, it was a miracle he hadn't gotten something spiked. Blame it on natural angel metabolism.

[always-thewoman.livejournal.com]

Irene blinked at this unexpected comment, then nodded. "Pancakes are divine," she agreed amicably, linking her ankles under the bottom rung of the barstool.

Like Gabe, Irene was perfectly happy to strike up a conversation with any stranger - particularly male strangers, but she wouldn't be too particular in her current state. "What do you think of this place?" she asked. "I take it you're not a local." Her eyes scanned him and his decidedly un-pink attire.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

"And I take it you're one of the Bargettes," Gabe said, raising his glass to her in a half-mocking fashion. "And I'm enjoying myself, precious. Probably just as much as you are, unless pancakes are all the action you've gotten this weekend... In which case, I'm definitely enjoying myself more."

[always-thewoman.livejournal.com]

"'Action'?" she repeated, puzzling over this turn of phrase. It must be a twenty-first century thing. "You - oh." Suddenly the lights went on, and Irene blushed.

"Well, I haven't had any yet," she said, then continued coyly, with a sideways glance at Gabe, "But you know, there's still another night at port." Her smile, when she smiled, was slow and devilish.