{ oo6 } Voice / Action

[bethebetterman]

[Not filtered like a boss. Just another example of Cas' recklessness right here.]

This town's sure goin' to hell isn't it? Good thing I don't care, otherwise I'd have a real mess on my hands.

Well if anyone wants to enjoy a drink while this shit gets real, I'll be at the bar.

[Filtered to Finas]

Hey... uh. Figure maybe we should talk. I gotta head in

Comments

[predatored]

That... is probably a good idea. What time do you get off work, and where would you like to meet?

[bethebetterman]

Eleven. If you wanna meet me at the bar when I get off, we can walk to a place nearby. There's a restaurant just down the block.

action

[predatored]

That sounds fine, I'll meet you then.

[Doot de doo- convenient timeskip is convenient.

lt was turning eleven when he got to the bar, hand in his pocket and head lowered a bit. Sighing a bit as he waited, wondering how they were going to approach the subject.]

action

[bethebetterman]

[Once it turned eleven, Cas untied the apron at his hips and threw it over his shoulder, ready to get the hell out of there. He could never leave soon enough.

Spotting Finas, he walked out from behind the counter and grabbed his arm, tugging him out the door.]

Good, you're not late. Let's go, I'm starved. [He was just gonna play the "dodge the subject" game for a little while.]

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