Those guys are either gonna dust you or use you as bait.

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.

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No one cares.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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I don't need to get laid, dick.

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[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.

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

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[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.

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"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.

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[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?

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

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[YOU'RE A DICK GABRIEL. YOU RUIN LIBRARIES EVERYWHERE. :/]

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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."

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I should've brought a bucket.

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[WHAT WERE YOU EVEN DOING IN A LIBRARY, SASQUATCH? GOD. FIND YOURSELF A GIRL.]

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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.

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Aww. The sweetness and light playing hell with the digestion?

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Let's just say I haven't eaten since I got here. I think that speaks for itself.

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Then it would probably be grossly irresponsible for me to offer you a trip to the nearest bar. [He purses his lips and holds up his hands like he's weighing each option.] Responsible Warden, fun drunk. Responsible Warden, fun drunk. Oh look at that. No brainer.

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Max bit into her lip and a snort broke through her teeth as she tried not to laugh. "You're gonna make me into a total bitch with all of this ego rubbin', Trick."

Max rapped her knuckles on the table gently as if to knock on wood, playing up the sarcasm for the arch angel who was equally as talented in it.

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[Smirkity smirk smirk.] If I wanted responsible, I'd call Sveta.

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He clicked his tongue and shrugged again. "Then we'll be a matched set- like bookends, only way more badass."

He leaned back slightly, looking her over and strangely enough it wasn't in the skeevy eye-fucking sort of way- it was more the strangely attracted 'my God, is there any way you aren't perfect' sort of look of appraisal. "Now tell me, honestly. Did you just pointedly avoid other men until you met me or am I gonna have to throw some guy bigger than me out of this bar 'cause I looked sideways at his girl in a few minutes?"

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