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Post by williamspikepratt on Aug 13, 2012 23:19:38 GMT -6
The tap of steel-toed boots echoed down an alleyway, a simple short cut to Pete’s Bar and Grill. It was odd that Spike had recently taken this bar as his local haunt, but since it was a short jaunt from the cemetery, that had synched the deal and he’d been there almost every night since he had moved out of the Boarding House. Plus, with all the drama and stress surrounding the Scoobie gang, Spike’s solution was the same as always. Get out, get drunk, and repeat as needed. It was simple, elegant. It cost money, which Spike had only a little of, but what else was he going to spend it on? He didn’t need food, didn’t pay rent and didn’t have a car anymore. He supposed he should invest in a motorcycle or something that would be cheaper than a car, but Richmond was pretty walkable for a vampire. Especially when the vampire really didn’t go farther than the bar that was near the graveyard. It looked like the bar was pretty busy tonight though, considering the parking lot was nearly full and the noise from the bar was audible from far, far away. The pounding music was probably some kind of hard rock, which wasn’t Spike’s favorite, but was better than the brainless dance music they played in clubs. Upon entering, he could see that the bar indeed was packed, and a chalkboard sign at the entrance explained why. Darts Competition Tonight! One free beer for every bull’s eye!And of course, the busiest corner was the one where the dartboard hung, everyone and their mothers attempting to get their drinks on the house. The vampire stared at the spectacle for a moment, watching the half-drunk patrons try again and again. Most were still sober enough to hit the board, but very few hit the mark true. It was a nice ploy, since it drew the crowds and the more drunk one got, the less likely they’d be able to hit the board. Spike mulled it around in his mind for a moment before wandering his way up there as well. He usually preferred liquor over beer, but wasn’t about to turn down a free drink. Waiting for his turn was a bit awkward, since most people were here with their buddies or at least were chatting up girls, but Spike didn’t really feel like stirring up trouble, and that meant no flirting and no fighting. But soon enough, the blond vamp stepped up to the line, and was given three darts. Maybe it was a bit unfair that he was a vampire with enhanced senses, but every dart Spike threw landed dead on. The crowd cheered a bit, but not really for him, but for the fact that more free beer was being given out. Spike collected his three bottles and went to his seat at the bar with his prizes. The usual bartender gave him a glance, now knowing that Spike’s usual was whiskey, but the Brit shook his head and went back to looking at the competition, wondering who would win next. +++ TAGS: Dean WORD COUNT: 518 NOTES: Darts, beer and competition! Yay! |
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Aug 17, 2012 11:39:46 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Dean needed to have some fun, he really needed to get out for a bit and do something other then hunting being the only thing he did all the time. He couldn’t really kick one back with Sam and have fun seeing that he fell asleep on him. But after all Sammy needed it, he had not slept really in days. So Dean was so happy knowing that he was getting rest for once. So Dean figured why not head out for a bit of fun. So Dean headed to the bathroom and checked out his hair to see how it looked making sure he looked good, because he didn’t know why but for some reason tonight he felt lucky. He figured maybe tonight after a few drinks, he might meet a lucky girl that he could spend some time with. But ether way he was ready to kick back a few and have some fun, tonight was going to be one of those good nights he just knew it.
So he made his way out to his baby and was on his way, as always Dean had Ac/Dc playing on the radio while driving as fast as he wanted to go. Its not like he had to worry about cops, all Dean would have to do is show him one of the many fake ID’s he has in the glove compartment and he would be back on his way. He couldn’t help it, he was just slick like that. Finlay he made to the bar, he found a far away place to park his baby. The last thing he needed was drunk people hitting when the place is closed, it would be a pretty for the person. In less they are a hot chick then they might get off easy. As Dean walked in he heard someone announce.
Darts Competition Tonight! One free beer for every bull’s eye!
Dean had a big smile on his face knowing it was on now, Sam may be good at pool but Dean was kick ass a darts. He made his way over to the line to take his turn, he couldn’t wait to have a go at it. Finally it was his turn Dean had all three darts in his hand ready to go. When he threw the first one it landed dead in the middle, along with the next two he threw getting all bulls eyes. “Hell Yeah!” He called out with excitement. All those years knife throwing with his dad had really paid off. He then went to the bar to collect his prizes, all thought he didn’t know if he could drink them all before they went hot on him. So he turned to the first person he saw at the bar, deciding to why not share with a friend. “Hey man want to have a beer with me?” He said to the bleach blond haired man.
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Outfit- I will Make one later
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Post by williamspikepratt on Aug 21, 2012 0:00:14 GMT -6
The night seemed to just be beginning as more people flooded the bar to try their luck at the darts. The blond vampire watched as some walked away with a beer or two and others walked away with nothing. Some were way too smashed and couldn’t aim for crap. In all, it was an amusing little show. Spike drank his two of his beers down fairly quickly, but they didn’t really give him the rush he was looking for. Even past his vampire constitution, Spike was a seasoned drinker, and while having hops was nice every so often, he wasn’t going to get even the slightest bit drunk off of three beers. Regardless, he nursed his third one, his gaze passing from one corner of the bar to the other. And his eyes happened to land on a wiry, dark-haired fellow as he tried his hand at the game. What truly caught Spike’s attention was his stance, actually. This man wasn’t really shooting darts, he was treating the darts like throwing knives. That could mean a whole lot of different things, but all of them pointed to some kind of dangerous training. It was simply intriguing. But it was no surprise that all of his darts hit the bulls-eye dead on. The man celebrated, the people cheered, and Spike went back to polishing off his last bottle. What he hadn’t been expecting was that the man who threw darts like knives would pick the bar stool next to his to order his drinks at, and then offer him one. At first, Spike gave the man a sidelong glance, not sure as to what the catch was. He certainly hoped it wasn’t his phone number. Sometimes Spike’s penchant for nail polish and his pretty face led certain people astray. But it didn’t really sound as if the man had those sort of intentions, so Spike finally gave a light shrug, ”All right, then. Cheers.” He plucked the offered bottle from the man’s hand and motioned at the empty seat next to him with a nod of his head, ”Sit down, mate. You look like you need some drink in you more than I do.” Of course, Spike had already had three and now had opened his fourth, so that was pretty self-evident. The vampire shifted in his seat so he wouldn’t have to crane his neck to talk to the bloke, ”Name’s William. Friends call me Spike.” Actually, everyone called him Spike, but it made more sense to put his usual moniker across as a true nickname rather than confuse the stranger and possibly lose his beer and an interesting person to talk to. ”You’re something of a crack shot, aren’t you? So, where you learn to throw like that?” Spike just naturally went into his usual conversational way of collecting intel. Not that he was really suspicious of this guy, since he smelled completely human, but anyone with that sort of training was someone Spike wanted to know about. It never hurt to have information, or a new acquaintance to play poker with. +++ TAGS: Dean WORD COUNT: 513 NOTES: These two are either going to end up drinking buddies or kill each other... |
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Aug 25, 2012 3:51:36 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -Dean thought this guy seemed like he was pretty cool to chill with, he could tell that just by the long coat he was wearing and black nail polish. In a way he had a Billy idol look to him almost, like a rocker type. So he was pretty sure this guys knew how to party. Which is why Dean is talking to him trying to get to know someone, because tonight he wants to try and have as much fun as possible. Just chill out maybe play some darts and pool, and hopefully get drunk as fuck in the process. Tonight was not about work at all, it was nothing but fun. It was just to bad Sam couldn’t be there. But again he needs his rest.
“Cheers to you too man” He said while holding up his bottle to him. The guy then nicely told Dean to sit down with him in a British like accent, he could tell that this guy wasn’t from around here. Dean then sat down in the bar stool right next to the man. He introduce himself to him saying that his name was Spike, which Dean couldn’t lie it was a pretty kick ass name. It almost seemed like he might gave been in a band, which was cool. But he wasn’t going to tell this guy all that and weird him out. Plus he didn’t know this guy all that well yet, so who knows how cool he really is just yet? “Well My name is Dean and its nice to meet you man.” He said sticking out his hand to shake his.
He had asked him were he had leaned to throw darts like that, which then he knew he must have made it seem really obvious that he knew what he was doing. He really didn’t mean to make it seem that slick but that’s just how he rolled. “Well man my dad was in the marine corps so he pretty much taught me how to throw like that, but he showed me more with knifes” it then got Dean thinking about how much he missed his dad, and wished he was here right now. Man with all that had been going on right now, he know just what to do to make things better. That just how he was always fixing and making the family whole. “So man can I ask were you are from, I can tell you aren’t from around here by the accent you have?” He asked the him trying to make conversation.
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Outfit- I will Make one later
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Post by williamspikepratt on Aug 29, 2012 0:54:20 GMT -6
”Dean?” Spike’s scarred eyebrow quirked for a second and a slight grin flickered across his mouth, but he took the man’s hand and gave it one prompt and firm shake before releasing it. The blond vampire really wasn’t one for formalities like that, but he wasn’t about to leave the man hanging. Spike was perfectly good at playing nice if he was treated nicely as well. And this Dean fellow seemed like a friendly fellow, not too full of himself or a sissy. And that name had come up in conversation with various people recently too, so Spike couldn’t help but ask, ”Not Dean Winchester by any chance?” That would be pretty damn ironic if he had met the man Gabriel had told him a bit about just by random. Well, in Spike’s world, very little happened by coincidence, so if this indeed was Mr. Dean Winchester, perhaps somebody had set this meeting up somehow. Sipping the last dregs of the bottle Dean had shared with him, the vamp gave himself a mental pat on the back for guessing where he had learnt to throw darts correctly. There was just something in how Dean flicked his wrist that Spike had seen before. With how old he was, there was not a lot of things Spike hadn’t seen, ”He taught you pretty well, didn’t he? Bet he’d be right proud to see you using your skills to get free booze.” The blond lightly joshed the other man. If they were going to get on as friends, he’d have to know how to take a joke, unlike all the stick up their arses blokes at the Boarding House. Spike was half thinking he’d have to go to L.A. to find someone to drink with—like Charlie Boy. Charles Gunn was a man who knew how to have a good time and didn’t take things so God damned seriously. In a way, this Dean bloke did remind him of Gunn a bit. Like a white Gunn. Weird. As he was asked about where he was from, Spike put his fourth empty bottle on the bar, where the bartender would collect it. Once he turned back to Dean, he answered, ”London, originally. But I’ve been stateside for… I guess going on five years or so, mostly in California. But I travel a bit. Brazil’s nice. Italy’s pretty good too, but everyone there is bloody insane.” And really, there were quite a few other places he had been, but he didn’t feel like dragging on about everywhere he had visited. It was mostly just to keep a bit of banter between them going. Although, not having a drink in his hand was making Spike a bit restless, so he jerked his head towards where the darts competition was being held and a slightly mischievous smile crossed his face, ”I’m getting us another round. You can sit there and look pretty for the girls.” And with that, the vampire pushed himself from his barstool and made his way to corner, where there was a fortunate lull in the line. It wasn’t any challenge to get three more bulls-eyes, considering Spike was still pretty sober and his vampire senses still gave him all he needed to ensure a win each time. Swaggering back up to the bar to fetch his prizes, he sat back down and slid one of the three beers over to Dean and quipped, ”I’ll be your barkeep tonight, and you’re welcome.”+++ TAGS: Dean WORD COUNT: 578 NOTES: You're fine, dear :3
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Aug 31, 2012 2:12:24 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -Dean didn’t really know how this guy knew his name, it wasn’t like hunters where celebrities or anything. But with all the shit that Dean had been threw he could see how there might be quite a few that might know of him, but then again this guy could be a hunter as well. Which could be true he has that hunter type instinct to him, all though Dean had never heard or seen him around before. He didn’t really know whether he should yes or no, last thing he needed was someone out to kill him. It wasn’t really something he needed to add to his list right now. “Yeah I that would be me, why am I famous or something?” He ask him with a surprised look on his face. “So how do you know so much about me?”
Dean finished off his beer as well and put it on the bar, he then signaled down the bartender down for two more beers. From what it sounded like he seemed like a hunter with all the places he had been too, he traveled just as much as Dean does that’s for sure. All though this guy had been to way cooler places Then he had“Wow man that’s awesome! You know I do a lot of traveling myself, I pretty much drive around everywhere in my 67 Impala. Yep just my brother Sam , me and my baby, that all I need really.” He knew this guy had to think he was nuts about his car, but then again maybe this guy would understand if he was a car lover. Maybe he appreciated a good ride.
Dean liked this guys attitude he really knew how to party, and with him it seemed the drinks never stopped coming. He all ready had the same thing on mind that Dean did, getting them more drinks. “Right on man I can do that, looking good for chicks is what I do best. After you get this round I will get the next, how does that sound?” He waited and watched Spike as he make his way over there, and like it was nothing he shot off three more bulls eyes. “Nice shot man!” He yelled over to him cheering him on. There was one thing he could say for sure about this guy he had some good skills, which was another reason why Dean though this guy just had to be a hunter. He made his way back over to bar letting him know all the drinks were going to be on him. Which was cool but he couldn’t let him be the only one showing off having the fun, Dean wanted to as well especially with all this hot chicks in here. “Thanks but I plain getting us the next round, it the least I can do for a new friend man.”
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Outfit- I will Make one later
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Post by williamspikepratt on Sept 3, 2012 13:29:23 GMT -6
Seeing the other man’s surprise just made Spike’s smug little grin a bit wider. So, this was the Dean Winchester that he’d been told about, all twisted up in the battle between Heaven and… well, Heaven and had gotten himself pulled out of Hell. Spike himself had definitely been to Hell, a couple of them, in fact, so it was nothing short of impressive that a human with nothing but his wits and skill had survived such things. He shrugged, not wanting to give the man the impression that Spike had been tracking him down for some reason, ”We’ve got a few mutual friends is all. A pretty blond by the name of Buffy, a pretty ginger goes by Maddie and one slight pain in the ass named Gabriel. The latter two liked to talk about you a bit. Said that you’re a… what was it? Ah, yeah. A righteous man. In the biblical sense, I figure, and not in the Eighties beach bum sort of way.”Now knowing that he was in good company rather than in a complete stranger’s, Spike let himself relax a bit and truly enjoy the conversation rather than making it the usual underhanded interrogation that he normally did when first meeting a new person like this. Dean was a bit exuberant and rowdy in comparison to the blond vamp, but it was sort of refreshing. And once Spike had enough liquor in him, he’d probably be just as rowdy and love every second of it. It had been a long time since he was just allowed to cut loose and not be burdened by his role as ‘Champion’, or rather, not be burdened by people looking down their noses at him. But this man here, he had passion. He talked about his car like a woman, which just made Spike chuckle in the best of ways. ”Had a 59 Desoto myself for a long while. Loved that car to death. Had to sell it though, to get to Africa, of all places.” Although he couldn’t speak about having a brother. In fact, Spike never had anything he could liken to that. Maybe the closest he’d ever felt to that was Buffy, but who could say if he and the Slayer would return to their close friendship or not. There were a lot of complications to work through. Taking a bit of a softer, more serious tone, the blond spoke again, ”Hold on to ‘em, mate. They both sound pretty damn irreplaceable.”But the hunter’s enthusiasm just kept coming, and soon Spike was out of his somber mood and back to what really mattered, drinking beer. It was funny, but it seemed that both of them were on the same page tonight, as Dean took Spike’s friendly jabs without batting an eye and even cheered for him when he won them three more beers. It was very rare that someone just understood Spike like that and accepted his jagged, vinegary personality. A lot of times, he just pissed people off, and that was fine. Spike, though he mingled with a varied assortment of demons, humans and others, was still a bit of a loner. Not too many people could call him anything but a casual acquaintance, and he liked it that way. But as he and Dean started on their second round and the other man claimed him as a new friend, he didn’t mind it so much. The vampire just gave half a grin, ”Well, if you’re insisting, I won’t stop you. But by the end of the night, I’m making sure you won’t be able to tie your shoes.“ +++ TAGS: Dean WORD COUNT: 606 NOTES: Haha, these two are so funny :3 |
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Sept 12, 2012 3:22:55 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -Dean that is was so freaking awesome to hear that he knew pretty much all of Dean’s friends, it was epic really it made the friendship now all the more better he knew now for sure he could trust him. “Well man I’m guessing you know all about me then, you are friends with Buffy who pretty much knows what I do because lets face it she has to know everything going on. Well I cant blame her she is a Slayer after all. Gabe like to talk so I’m sure he has told you a bunch of stories about me drunk even, and Maddie… Well Maddie is just a sweet heart enough said there. But I‘m sure she had good things to say of me” It was true though Maddie was such a sweet girl, she had nothing but good to say about the people she was close with.
He then wanted to know how Spike had known all of them. “So how do you know all of them then, I mean if you don’t mind me asking. You just know a lot of my friends so I figured I ask. Plus I wanted to know why its taken us so long to meet then, I have needed a dart playing buddy for a while now.” He said laughing a bit.
Dean thought it was cool that he like cars just like him, but it killed him to hear that he had to sell his car. That would just crush him if he ever had to do something like that, he couldn’t do it he wouldn’t do it. No Dean loved that car way to much to ever do something like that to her. “Nice car man but this a bummer that you had to sell it, I couldn’t have done something like that. But I guess you do what you got to do huh. Well if you ever think of getting some other kind of car let me know, Because if you need help shopping for one then I’m your man, I have been known to help people with that.” Dean said that thinking of his dad, he was the whole reason he had the Impala in the first place. If it wasn’t for him going back into time they might have never had this car. So Dean is happy everyday that he did that, because lets face it he die with out his baby.
Dean liked the fact he found a guy that could really give him a challenge, it then made him wonder what else he was good at? ‘So man do you play any pool, because if so then I am down.” He said with excitement in his voice. “But we might need to get a pitcher of beer for that, or hell maybe even some shots of something with our game. Hey you ever had purple nurples? The may sound girly but let me tell you that they aren’t bad, and they can get you wasted”
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Outfit- I will Make one later
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Post by williamspikepratt on Sept 16, 2012 22:10:46 GMT -6
The British vamp reclined against the bar, now feeling like his defenses could be lowered a touch more. When he had heard of Dean at first, he’d hadn’t quite pictured this man. He figured he’d be more like Angel, all propriety and brooding about how to save the world by next Tuesday. But Spike had been pleasantly surprised. ”Probably know more about you than you know about me.” The blond put simply enough. He hadn’t really been trying to dig up information on the man, but Dean was just someone who came up in conversation more than Spike had ever thought he would. Just a busy man, it seemed, hunting things, helping to save Dawn, being a part of a global civil war, ”But no one’s said anything too bad. The Angel told me a story about you two getting blitzed and making the room into a moving walkway. He’s a barmy bloke if I ever met one. And Ginger… she’s a tough girl. Not one to swoon over the likes of us.” His head tilted a bit in thought when Dean asked him where he had met all these folks and that was soon followed by a small shrug, ”Met Maddie by sneaking into a movie theater. Kind of by accident. After that I met Gabriel on a beach, since he wanted me to look after his… I guess Maddie’s his ward or something. And Buffy? Oh, God, that’s too long of a story for tonight.” It took another moment of thought to remember his other question that was in there—oh yes, why they hadn’t been introduced to each other, ”I was out in L.A. until a few months ago. And when I came here, I had a few things to help Buffy with.” Like sticking a soul back into her psycho boyfriend. He took a long swig of his beer just to cleanse the thought from his mind, and continued after that, “I’m not exactly a socialite. Don’t go to a lot of parties. I do play poker, though, and darts.”Though a small grin was still on his face, Spike more or less solemnly nodded in thanks for the compliment of his Desoto and Dean’s condolences about selling it. It only surprised him a little bit that the hunter had connections in the car world, but Spike had his own way of picking up things. Back in the day, he just stole what he wanted, but now he had people who knew people. Though he appreciated the offer, a car wasn’t in his future for now, ”I’m thinking about getting a bike instead. Something classic, like a BSA or a Harley. Cars are lovely, but a motorcycle’s got its own appeal.” Plus, they fit a touch better with Spike’s rebel with sort of a cause attitude. A small crease appeared in Spike’s forehead as the man mentioned pool and a drink the blond had never heard of, ”Girly? They sound like a sodding disease. And this is from a man whose country invented spotted dick.” The vamp gave a harsh scoff but after a beat, he gave an upwards nod, ”But, hell, I’ll try anything once. Get us a round or three and I’ll take the table.” And with that, Spike was up again, heading to an emptier corner of the bar where the pool tables were. Unlike the darts, renting pool gear cost a bit of money tonight, but for a fiver, Spike wasn’t going to complain. The girl he had paid racked up the game for them and set two cues leaning on the table, leaving Spike to drain the rest of his… seventh beer? He had lost count along the way. But as Dean made his way over with more liquor, the vamp regarded his new mate with another grin, ”How d’you like to play things? Eight Ball? One Pocket? Or just whatever the hell you can hit? Or… are you a betting man?”+++ TAGS: Dean WORD COUNT: 661 NOTES: Haha, I remember purple nurples :3 |
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Sept 20, 2012 0:11:04 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -Dean Winchester was pretty sure that people did know a lot about him and Sam both, seeing all the big shit they have been threw that does kind of affect the world. There was the opening of the hell gate, fighting off the demons that came, the opening of hell its self, then to top it all off they closed hell. Not to mention they are kind of vassals, well at lest they were Angels aren’t really knocking down there door anymore for there meat suits. Thank god! “Yeah I’m sure you have heard a lot about me, the question is have you heard more bad things about me or good.” He said then taking a drink of his beer. He figured that Gabe told him about there drinking stories, which he didn’t mind they were a good times. He just hoped he didn’t tell him how much of an idiot that Dean made out of himself that night. “Yeah I got pretty wasted that night with Gabe I cant like there, and yeah Maddie is one tough girl I will give her that. But true she is way to good to go for guys like us.”
Dean thought it was kind of funny how he met Maddie, with how she was he knew it was going to be something fun like that. Ether a comic book store, arcade or yeah movie was his next guess, she was just a fun going person who was always out doing something. “Yeah that sounds like Maddie, she always out doing something like that. Girl cant really sit still for more then a minute.” He would have never really thought that Gabe would be one to hang out at a beach, but he has been known to do some really crazy stuff.” He said with a quick chuckle. “But how I first met Buffy is kind a wild long story to so I’m right there with you.” It was pretty crazy how Dean first had met Buffy, coming to her door then freaking her out. Which ending up getting Sam and Dean necks pined to a wall, not really a fun night at all. She sure can be crazy when need pissed off.
It seemed like everyone helped Buffy out around here, the Slayer really was the talk of the town. But it was nice to let someone else have the floor for once. He hated that everyone always knew what Sam and Dean were up to it seems, word has away of getting around. But that’s hunters for you most of them are ass holes that cant keep there mouths shut, demons are even worse when it comes to that they think they know it all.
It made him happy to hear that he played poker, Dean could really get down with some cards. “I don’t go to a lot of parties myself, just bars you know the places were the hot woman go.” He said with a smile. It was kick ass that Spike was in to bikes to, Dean was too it just he has never though about getting one. He loves his baby so much he hate to cheat on her. But owning a bike one day could be fun.
Spike seemed like look shocked when Dean said something about the drink, he knew he should have said anything. He knew that now this guy had to think he was gay, damn it Dean what were thinking he said in his head wanting to smack himself. “You know it does sound like a disease don’t it, no I just tried them once and they got me fucked up. So I figured why the hell not drink some.” He was tying to hard now not to sound dumb, to late there. But then he seemed to be all for trying it. “Ok I will get us some, and maybe I will get some shots of tequila as well.” He said trying to sound more manly now getting a harder drink. He then ordered the drinks has Spike headed over to the table to start the game. After he got the drink he headed back over to him, it seemed that he was all ready to go wanted to know what kind game Dean wanted to play. “Whatever works for me man, but yeah I have been known to being a betting man.” He said giving him a smile knowing it was on now.
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Post by williamspikepratt on Sept 25, 2012 2:26:56 GMT -6
The vampire gave a small shrug when Dean asked if he heard more good or bad about him, ”Well, I guess it depends on your definitions. Gabriel said you got in trouble a lot and that he had to save your arse from one of his brothers. But he also said that he owes you for something or other and that we should all drink together. So I s’pose it’s been half and half.” Spike tapped his lips for a second, wondering about what else to say, ”Also heard you’ve died a lot, evidently. Happens to the best of us, I guess.” He didn’t really mean to allude to the fact that he had been resurrected a couple of times, considering that one would make him tell the hunter that he was a vampire, and the other time was to set him up against Angel. Not exactly the most noble of reasons to come back. And unless asked, Spike wasn’t really going to tell much about himself. There wasn’t too much to tell that wouldn’t be going into very personal territory. Polishing off another beer as the hunter talked about their mutual acquaintances, Spike couldn’t help but smile a bit. Dean obviously held all three in good esteem, and the Brit had to admit that he enjoyed the man’s sincerity and frankness. And he had heard the short version of what Dean had done for the Scoobies. ”You helped save a girl who’s pretty precious to me. The Slayer’s little sister. Love that girl to bits.” Spike confessed, his tongue now loosened a bit more by all the alcohol that he had consumed. It kind of made him feel guilty that he had still been in L.A. when that whole thing went down. ”Oh, Casanova’s looking for a girl, is he?” Spike riled his brow and gave a low, throaty chuckle. Either this man really wanted to prove he wasn’t into men, or he desperately wanted to have a bang. Either way, Spike was definitely amused. This was something he could run with, ”I can play wingman every so often. If you’re looking for a nice pretty thing to go home with.” And when the man suddenly backpedaled about the ‘purple nurples’, Spike just cracked up. God, this man really needed to get drunk, and Spike wanted to make good on his promise and have him literally not be able to tie his shoes. By the combination of the look on his face and the sudden spike of the hunter’s heartbeat, the blond was amused; at least, that Dean had gotten embarrassed and now was offering tequila as the backup drink. ”Dean-o, my God. Relax, already.” The vamp said before leaving to get the pool table. As for much as he teased, Spike wasn’t about to judge the man on what he drank. Well, the vamp would label him by what he drank, but it didn’t make one whit of difference to Spike. Dean was a good bloke, a fun fellow to be around, and Spike felt kind of like how he had been around Faith before their friendship had tumbled into some other kind of thing. He severely doubted that this relationship would head the same course, especially if Spike wanted to get back into Faith’s good graces. When the man came back with hands full of shots, Spike snapped up the first nurple and kicked it back. It was boozy, that’s for certain. Blue Curacao, apple schnapps, vodka and cranberry juice for that nice purple tint, all mixed together in a little shot glass. He had another and the rush went right to his head. That wasn’t so bad at all. Now even more pissed, the Brit snickered at Dean’s acceptance of his bet, ”One Pocket it is, then. I choose upper left corner.” He pointed at the chosen pocket with his cue and went about to break the set, wondering what he wanted to put up, ”You know they have karaoke nights here sometimes? When I win, I’m gonna make you stand in front of all those sexy girls and have you sing Like a Virgin.” And with a clack, the set of balls was broken, wondering what Dean would think to bargain with. +++ TAGS: Dean WORD COUNT: 707 NOTES: Oh, to have Dean sing a Madonna song... |
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Sept 26, 2012 23:42:13 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -It was true Gabe did kind of owe him for a lot. But mostly for all the times he had killed him over and over again. And for how many time he iced him it will be an eternity for he makes that up, which is why Dean love giving him hell with for it now it was just fun. But Gabe has also saved him more times then he can count, so he did owe a great deal for that but he knows that. All though it has been awhile its about time soon that he did meet up and buy him a beer, Dean is long over due for it. It seemed Spike had heard about how many times he has visited death, Dean as lost count by the now. The only count he really does know is how many times he has lost Sam in the past, because really those were the worst days in his life kind of something you cant forget if you try. But he is sure his brother feels the same way about him as well, it kills them both when they don’t have each other. By the way Spike was talking it almost sounded like he had met death before as well, it had Dean wanting to know. “So I’m guessing you have died too, I mean by the way you are talking that’s the way it sounds. So you go to heaven or hell? I myself think hell sucks!” He said a laugh.
It sounded like Buffy had told him the whole story about what happened with the rouge Slayer, killing her and having to save Dawn. “Yeah I did help Buffy with that, all though I didn’t really get to talk and meet her sister seeing that she was pretty messed up at the time. But for what I could see she really seemed like a sweet girl, I know Buffy would do anything for her. I’m close with my brother to so I know the feeling, I would give my life for Sam if I had to. Hell I have before it’s the whole reason I died the first time.” It was true though Dean gave his soul to save his brothers life, and to this day he doesn’t regret it one bit. He would do anything for him no matter what the cost is.
Dean liked Spike style he will have to go out with Spike more often, he always could use a wingman. “A wingman I have never had one of those before, I mean I go out with my brother but he is more the gentlemen type so I’m always kind of alone with that. I don’t think he loves my picking up methods with girls.” It was true though he couldn’t lie he was always hitting on the pretty girls at the bar, that was just how he rolled.
Dean could tell that he was going all out with the alcohol, but he couldn’t help it he was in a pretty good mood right now and this was the best night he has had in a long while. But it might not be for long, he wished he never would have turned this into a betting game, because now it sounded like it was going to be the most humiliating night of his life. “Well I wont be doing that up there because I’m not going to lose then, I will make sure of it.” He said giving him a smile. “But I will have you know I’m not a bad singer, the question is if you lose can you get up there and sing? Because I might make you do the same man, can you handle that?.”
Word Count- 623
Tagged- Spike
Outfit- I will Make one later
Note- Oh Dean is going to be pissed, but if he sings it will be great - - - - - - - - - |
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Post by NON-PLAYABLE CHARACTER ACCOUNT on Oct 11, 2012 12:25:14 GMT -6
 The Serparvo demon strolled through the streets, four vampires in tow behind him. Why the vampires felt the need to follow him he hadn't a clue. Perhaps because he couldn't get killed? They sensed a certain darkness and power in him that was unmatched by others. Followers weren't exactly a bad thing he just didn't want them to get into his way. A few petty humans stepped in front of his way and he grabbed the first male by the neck, snapping it in two. The vampires devoured the other humans behind him. Screams arose on the street and people began to flee.
A couple of humans ran into a bar that was down the street and the Serparvo followed them, intrigued by their fear. Smashing through the doors, the Serparvo stepped in and took a look around. Many humans disgraced this place tonight. Several other demon species hit his nose as well. Two of the vampires went to block the door. The other two grabbed a human each and began to drink before everyone even realized what was happening. The Serparvo looked around, seeing a male (Dean) seated next to a vampire. It's head tilted to the side and it picked up the male and tossed him across the bar. A girl tried to run past the Serparvo and it grabbed the girl by the neck, holding her up off the ground. Note: Please do not attempt to godmod for the Chaos Account. The attacker will be eliminated after several posts. This is for fun and action inducing situations. Enjoy! |
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Post by williamspikepratt on Oct 13, 2012 23:51:11 GMT -6
Though he hadn’t really wanted to talk about the times he had ‘died’, Dean asked anyway. Anyone listening in to their conversation would probably think they were crazy, but Spike wasn’t about to be bothered by what a stranger thought. What did he have to lose by talking about it? It was just two blokes bonding over the times they had died. Perfectly bleeding normal, right? Spike cleared his throat and answered the man’s question, ”Hell. The fiery kind. I went there for someone else who was avoiding it. Don’t think I could get to Heaven even if they wanted me. Perfect happiness sounds boring anyway.” Or maybe it was a case of sour grapes that made Spike despise the thought of heading to Heaven. Purgatory, even with something hunting you, sounded like just the place for him after he got dusted. But it probably wasn’t wise to discuss such things with a new friend. Spike listened to the hunter talk about saving Dawnie and his brother with a strange respect and solemnity. Something about the way he spoke so earnestly was intriguing to the vampire. Possibly it was the fact that here was a man in front of him that was a Champion, in his own way, and yet didn’t have the stick up his arse like the other handful of champions—the Angels and Drogans of the world—seemed to require to make them effective as heroes. If Dean was a full-fledged righteous man and still flirted with girls and went out drinking, then it made Spike more confident that he could do the same, and that he would be redeemed for his past transgressions. He drank more to disguise the pondering he was doing, but was more or less enjoying just hearing Dean speak. ”Oh, let him be an old housewife if he wants to.” The vampire lightly scoffed, joshing Dean a little more about his brother this time. Gentleman type? That was candy-coated code for ‘shy and awkward around women’, and with an added dose of holier than thou attitude, from the sounds of it. But whatever, hopefully the brother wouldn’t come around and muck up a good time, ”It’s his loss.” And after a few moments of the both of them knocking back shot after shot, Spike chuckled at the hunter’s refusal to lose. To his question if he could handle the same, Spike merely settled in for another shot, ”Oh, I don’t plan on losing, mate.” And after careful aim, a bit of concentration past the liquor and such and made to strike—but something made him scratch. The white cue ball rolled without hitting anything anywhere near his chosen pocket, but the Brit wasn’t even looking at the pool table anymore. He had heard screams out on the streets, and soon after two people ran into the bar, the doors were crushed in by some wretched demon. Well, fuck all. And it seemed that he brought a little army of vamps with him, if Spike’s senses were leading him right. The packed bar was slowly slipping into panic, and before Spike could move into action, he saw Dean lifted from the ground and flung across the pub. Gripping his pool cue tighter, the vampire just let the instinct to fight take over and tried to get as sober as possible. He knew this demon from somewhere, knew that it had a pretty basic weakness, but was otherwise invulnerable, but Spike couldn’t force the information to surface. Maybe he would think of it later. Right now, it was save the girl time. Spike had to admit that other than the liquor, seeing if situations like this would turn up was the reason why he hung around places like this. This was like the new Bronze for him, and it hadn’t disappointed so far. Lunging forward with the long stick in hand, Spike aimed for the demon’s throat, hoping to at least shock it into releasing the girl. Hopefully Dean had kept his pool cue as well and would be able to take care of the evil vampires running around. +++ TAGS: Dean WORD COUNT: 685 NOTES: Yay for Chaos Account! |
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Oct 16, 2012 4:35:13 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -Spike was right heaven wasn’t at all what it was cracked up to be, plus the Angels there were assholes with wings. It sounded like Spike went there for some of the same reasons that he had gone there, it really showed what kind of a cool guy that Spike was. Sacrificing himself for someone “Yeah its boring I know been there done that, got the t shirt. Plus what is perfect happiness anyway. Hell man that’s was a killer! But I just couldn’t let my brother go so I did instead, what can I say I guess I think to much with my heart. Something I need to learn to ignore more often, it’s a weakness of mine.” It was true Dean did have a weakness when it came to his brother, but he couldn’t help it he has been that way longer then he could remember.
Dean couldn’t help die laughing to what he said about Sam, he was right it was his loss for not coming out with them. Dean was having such a good time tonight he really didn’t need him here anyway, hell he was having more fun then he had in ages. Dean then begin to kick back some shots with him, one after another, getting drunker and drunker by the minute. He knew that in the morning he was going to have a bad ass hang over, even though at this point the could give a shit. What he did give a shit about was not losing, he just couldn’t lose and look like an idiot singing in this bar. He wasn’t drunk enough for all that, not yet at lest. “well I don’t plan on losing so we will see how this game goes.” He said giving him a smile trying not to laugh.
As Dean watched him hit the ball into the side pocket, he then heard screams coming from the bar. His eyes were no longer watching the game anymore as he begin to pull out his gun out of habit, but before he could do anything he felt himself being picked up and thrown across the bar. Dean flew as far as behind the bar slamming into several liquor bottle, he fell to ground with alcohol all over him along with broken glass. “Son of bitch!” He yelled out. He slowly begin to move to try and get up, brushing off the broken glass, wishing he didn’t smell like a liquor store.
Then he looked ahead of him underneath the bar finding a small like crossbow, it seemed like everyone in this town knew about Vampires and demons. “Hell yeah come to papa baby.” He wisped to himself grabbing the bow. He then stood looking around the bar, seeing all the chaos and destruction that had been started just like that. He then could see Spike trying to take a on Demon that was with the vampires, he must have been there head master or something? He got out from behind the bar making his way around the bar ready to take on any son of bitch that came his way.
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Tagged- Spike
Outfit- I will Make one later
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