039 (Video)

Jul. 6th, 2010 06:14 pm
uberboned: (Which tastes just like Red Bull.)
[Gabriel is leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the desk, fiddling with a cassette tape and looking somewhere between bemused and contemplative.]

Well, gang. Looks like Dean Winchester's left the building. One less wayward soul someone's stuck redeeming, but speaking as someone who shoved that kid into the proverbial locker a few times for being a royal pain in the ass, he didn't need it. Oh sure. He made a couple of bad calls and he was a jackass with no respect for anything that didn't fit into his borderline microscopic worldview and, hell, half the time, he got on my last nerve, but... [He rolls his eyes. Yeah, he's not gonna fucking deliver Dean's goddamn eulogy here. That would be like he cares, which he surely does not. And it's not like he's been avoiding both Winchesters for awhile now. And oh yeah, JD and Max are gone too, which is a whole 'nother can of worms he doesn't wanna get into, and... You know what? This whole entry was a baaaad life choice.

He tosses the cassette behind him and breaks out into a nonchalant grin. Yep. He's fine.]


Oh well. Another one bites the dust, I guess.

[Private to Irene]

Soooo. Sparky. Let's talk.
uberboned: (Worse.... Or better?)
[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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