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11inchwand in etrelibre_rpg

[OTA] Adjusting to changes

Sep 25, 2009 21:54

When Harry heard that resort security had nabbed some couple in the pool doing their thing, he had literally snorted in amusement until he regained his composure and scratched the back of his head as he read the case note from one of his rookies on beat that night. Okay, so technically he had to retain them for indecent exposure because the ( Read more... )

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getinlinebitch September 27 2009, 00:37:14 UTC

Dean's sunglasses were firmly fixed on his face as he walked around with his hand firmly fixed against his head. It had been the first night in a long time he'd gone out with the purpose of getting completely, and utterly drunk. Even with Sam back it didn't feel the same. Something was missing, or something was up, and he couldn't figure it out. Like Sam still knew something Dean didn't.

Maybe it was to do with what he'd done in Hell. Dean didn't know, and Dean didn't much care, but the nightmares about going to Hell were starting to inch back into his sleep, so he'd decided drinking was better than talking about it.

He was still slowly making his way through the resort, almost missing Harry on the sunlounge. "Dude, you're alive. Thought maybe you'd worked yourself into a pile of dust."

11inchwand September 27 2009, 01:06:13 UTC

Harry looked up, probably with mind to throw an amused retort back, until he caught the way Dean was clutching his head. He frowned in concern. "You alright, mate? You look rough," he noted, hoping Dean hadn't had a run-in with another supernatural creature of sorts. He was still tired from the first round and still had images of Hermione covered in blood following the attack. Thank god she didn't remember it after returning to the island.

getinlinebitch September 27 2009, 01:10:16 UTC

"Peachy keen," Dean said, raising his other hand in a thumbs up. He grunted as his head started to throb, and sunk down onto the sunlounge next to Harry's. Maybe if he stopped moving he'd be alright. "Just got the demon bitch of hangovers lodged in my head. Think someone could stop the resort from spinning?"

11inchwand September 27 2009, 01:16:41 UTC

Harry looked him over and shrugged. "Sorry, man. Probably could do anything else but that. What sent you on a bender to create the hangover from hell, then? It had to have been something? Chick problems? Have you tried eating something disgustingly greasy?"

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