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Dec 11, 2007 19:41

Who: Cadman exlosionsgirl and Dean fullonswayzed
What: In which Cadman and Dean are on watch, and they bond/snark/flirt.
When: The start of Day 02, around 2AM.
Where: The local police station
Warnings: If anything, adult language and innuendo; possibly discussion of gore. Dean and Cadman, all; like anyone thought any different.

( Feeling I've been lost for years... )

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fullonswayzed December 12 2007, 04:28:28 UTC

If there was one thing Dean knew about police stations, it's that they had junkfood. He figured now was about the best time to get everybody's spirits up with a good sugar-rush or ten, so he'd gone raiding, shotgun in hand, and returned no more than ten minutes later with a veritable jackpot ( ... )

explosionsgirl December 12 2007, 04:57:21 UTC

Cadman grinned. "If there are Doritos in there, you will be my favorite person on the planet. I don't even like those things all that much, but I would kill for a bag of them right now." She rifled through the bag, then frowned when no Doritos were forthcoming. "Damn it, no Doritos. Oh, well." She pulled out a coke and two bags of M&Ms, then grabbed a package of twinkies before sitting back in her chair.

She opened the twinkie package and shoved one in her mouth, barely taking time to chew before doing the same to the second. She opened the coke and took a long swallow, then sighed, "Goddamn, I never thought I'd be so happy to see processed sugar."

She stretched again, then looked at Hot Guy consideringly. "So, do you do this often? Because I have to say, you seemed remarkably unphased by the whole 'ravening hordes of the undead want to eat our brains' thing."

fullonswayzed December 12 2007, 05:03:32 UTC

Dean cracked the top off a beer (hell, fake IDs were good for something, and he'd had enough in the trunk of the Impala to get rip-roarin' drunk) and took a long, leisurely drink. Christ almighty, he needed it. And probably another three or four just like it - Dean had the alcohol tolerance of a German speed-drinker (built up over many, many years of boozing that he probably should have spent in school) and he knew his limits. Just enough to make him relax, not enough to cost him awareness or reaction time. Ka-ching.

He settled back against the wall, shifting his shoulders so the concrete wall wasn't quite so 'inyourface!' about being fucking freezing and considered her question ( ... )

explosionsgirl December 12 2007, 05:21:57 UTC

Cadman took a second to let that revelation sink on. Apparently, then, ravening hordes of the undead and their ilk? A little more garden variety than previously assumed.

Goddamn, didn't that just blow her mind. She reached out blindly, grabbed the beer from Hot Guy's hand. "You can kill me for being all Grabby Hands McGee later- I think I need this quite a bit more than you do right now, all things considered."

She took a long swallow of beer, made a face. "I fucking hate that stuff." She set the beer on the floor next to Hot Guy. "Thanks."

She sighed. "So, this may be the stupid question, but... what the hell do we do now, exactly? Is there a procedure for this kind of shit, or do you just pull a McClane every time something weird happens?"

She opened one of her packages of M&Ms and poured half the bag into her mouth, crunching noisily. "And beyond that, do we know what's going on? Is this a post-apocalyptic World o' Zombies sitch, or did my prom just get reeeeally unlucky?"

fullonswayzed December 12 2007, 05:45:33 UTC

He blinked as she stole his beer, and grinned. "You know, a four year old would take this opportunity to say that that's totally indirect spit-swapping." Not that he was four. Well not literally, and he liked to think he lapsed into the mindset only once in a while. Male hardwiring or something ( ... )