the return of the revenge of just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. Prompts are boss. (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, a meme prompt, anything). Specify if there's something you do or don't want, otherwise I could throw anything at you: AUs, shippiness, awfulness. You've been warned, son.
1b. If you want to continue a verse we started in another thread somewhere, specify it in the comment or subject line. I'd be down for revisiting any of those.

2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with (including OCs, who have their own list), or you can ask me to pick someone. No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list. Otherwise, I'll pick or randomize someone.
2b. Muses I would really love to play right now, in case you are having a hard time choosing: Hawke, Hannibal Lecter, Selina Kyle, Fox Mulder, Cigarette Smoking Man, Serafina, Pepper Potts, Lois Lane, Jacen Solo.

3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

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Dean. :c

[lightgunhustler]

[likedillinger]

[ his jukebox selection announces him before she even sees him. strains of ac/dc float into the back room, breaking the late night peace that usually comes with after hours. the roadhouse is deserted, the lights still mostly out, but there's the clink of bottles as he helps himself to something strong.

it's one of those nights and he needs it. sam's notable absence might have something to do with that. either way, he came unannounced, after months of absence. he takes a big swig straight from the bottle, then presses it to the bruise on his forehead with a groan, not noticing her when she comes out. ]

whoops wrote a novella

[lightgunhustler]

[There's almost always some kind of music going at the roadhouse during business hours, but it's been forty-five minutes since Jo announced last call, Ash doing his part to help her clear out the last of the barflies before disappearing into his room out back. Ellen had left the care of the place to the both of them for the evening, which left Jo handling the last of the cleanup on her own after she'd shooed the boy they'd hired to help out in the kitchen to head on home. Silence has had time to settle over the place-- which makes the music coming from out front that much more noticeable, and she almost drops a glass as it startles her, triggering her to let out a low sigh before she reaches for the revolver her mother keeps by door, just in case.

If someone's in here after hours, she can't be too careful. They've had plenty of unwelcome nighttime visitors in the past. She tucks it into her waistband to keep it out of sight, carefully pushing her way through the swinging door to the bar.

Of course. The song should have tipped her off, but hell, she hadn't seen him in months. She exhales, folding her arms across her chest as she ambles her way over to the bar, propping her weight against the counter by leaning against it with one hand.]

If it isn't Dean Winchester.

[Son of a bitch.]

Don't call, you don't write. Might be enough to make people worry about you, you know. [She's just saying.] We're closed.

[But they both know she's not about to kick him out.]

yes good ♥

[likedillinger]

[ she's playing it cold casual but he can hear the strained note of real irritation and knows that it doesn't stem from keeping her working overtime. he feels bad about it, but the weight of his own personal dilemma at the moment keeps him from over-examining it. such a selfless caring individual at all times, he is. ] Door wasn't locked yet.

[ he looks up at her, one eyebrow raised, his gaze unfairly imploring. ] You really gonna kick me out?

♥

[lightgunhustler]

That's on Ash.

[Way to go. Last time she trusts him to get all the locks before he vanishes on her. She sighs heavily, her free hand settling on her hip.]

I should, you know.

[But she won't. She can't. She hates that about him, a little.]

[likedillinger]

Look, I'll owe you one. [ he probably already owes her several, but that's neither here nor there. ]

[lightgunhustler]

Oh, you will, will you?

[Favors from Dean Winchester are something she knows better than to count on, but that doesn't change the fact that she has a soft spot for him. She sighs heavily, giving him a wry smile.]

One drink, then you hit the road.

[Unless he needs a place to sleep. Ellen has always kept spare beds out back, but she's not offering that right off the bat.]

[likedillinger]

Better make it something with some kick, then. [ dean, that is the opposite of appropriate drinking and driving logic ]

[lightgunhustler]

So I can put you back on the streets fully-loaded and even more of a danger to yourself and others than usual?

[She raises both eyebrows at him, skeptical. Dean, please.]

Fine. Somethin' with kick. [She grimaces as she moves behind the bar, reaching for a glass.] So what made you turn up tonight of all nights, huh?

[likedillinger]

I don't suppose you'll buy 'just passing through', huh? [ of course she'll have questions. he knew that coming here, but he hasn't let himself really admit that maybe the reason he picked the roadhouse is because he actually needs to talk about it. ] It's a long story.

[lightgunhustler]

You know I won't.

[She's never bought excuses like that, not from anyone and definitely not from him.]

Besides, if you were just passin' through or just wanted to say hello, you might've picked up a phone sometime. Instead, we don't see you for months at a time, if that.

[She passes him his drink across the bar, potent enough that she can still smell it from where she's standing.]

[likedillinger]

We can't always guarantee what direction the job's gonna take us. [ not to mention, they get caught up in their own drama and they don't always feel like dragging anyone else into it. ] You know how it goes.

[lightgunhustler]

[She does know how it goes, but a part of her is still sour. Some part of her wanted to think she was special enough to merit a phone call, important enough-- but no. Some things didn't go both ways. She just hated having to accept that this was probably going to be one of those things.]

Alright. So what now?

[She leans against the bar opposite him, arms folded.]

Pretty late for just a drink. You lookin' to bend someone's ear about your problems?

[She raises an eyebrow, expectant.]

[likedillinger]

You're really getting this bartender angle down, you know that? [ look at him... stalling when it comes to emotions. shock, gasp. ]

[lightgunhustler]

I'm good at what I do.

[Here and everywhere else-- bartending, hunting. She's standing firm on the fact that she's hunter material, no matter what he or her mother says.]

Means people tell me things. Comes in handy. I hear useful stuff.

[likedillinger]

I bet you do. [ he's serious about that, at least. ]



It's Sam. [ of course. WHAT ELSE WOULD IT EVER BE. ]

[lightgunhustler]

Of course.

[She resists the urge to sigh. No kidding. What else would it ever be?]

You gonna tell me what's goin' on?

[likedillinger]

He took off.

[lightgunhustler]

[Real informative, Deano. She sighs heavily, shifting her weight against the bar, raising an eyebrow.]

Gonna give me any context with that? We talking pissed, or something else?

[likedillinger]

You know he gets. Decides that I'm tryin' to tell him how to live his life, when all I want is for him to not get himself killed. Or worse.

[lightgunhustler]

Right, the usual.

[Though she's a tiny bit skeptical concerning Dean's spin on it. She knows it comes from a good place, that it's because he cares, but he and Sam have always seemed to have trouble meeting in the middle, and it takes two to cause a struggle like that.]

So what kind of danger is he running into headfirst this time, huh?