[Dean's not used to his dates sleeping over. They're either out of there before he goes to sleep, or he's on his way to the next town over before the sun rises. It's really the heat against him that has him waking up. His eyes screw shut, open, blink, and then screw shut again. He's still drunk and his vision is slightly skewed.]
[Well, of course this date isn't average. Sides, it's not like she wants to move anyway, her head hurts like a bitch and sleeping near something warm is perfect for this situation. Mumbling a little in her sleep, Immy shifts slightly to cuddle closer. Alcohol knockers her out cold so, good luck trying to wake her.]
[Shifting against the mattress it's a few spoiled attempts at focusing until he gets his eyesight back and what he sees doesn't alarm him, all he knows is that his stomach is turning over so easing out of the bed is what's best. He doesn't know he's in Nevada yet.]
[With all the annoying shifting, Immy finally wakes up slowly with a soft groan. Rubbing her eyes with a hand, she groggily rolls over to see Dean get up. Wait, Dean. Still kinda out of it, she speaks soft as she rubs her head, unaware of the rings.] Dean...?
[Dean's hopping and stumbling into his pants in case he has to make a hasty exit. This hotels more opulent than he's used to and he's not really sure how he landed the place.]
[Immy will kind of roll over and do the same but more like stumble into a dress since that was the only kind of clothing she has. Not really sure if he'd notice the tattoos or not, she grumbles as she looks up at him.]
Where are you-? [She starts to talk but then notices the ring on her finger.] Why the hell am I wearing a ring?
[Dean steals a glance at her, the things he notices makes him wish that he could remember last night. It's a smug little smile later that he hears what she said and glances down at her hand first, and then back at his own.]
... Sonuvabitch. [That expression changes from amusement to irritation and humiliation.]
[Immy rubs her head with her fingers as she tries to ease and sort out her hungover mind, not noticing his smug expression. What exactly went down last night? Well, booze and from the looks of it great sex. Her eyes flicker up at him when he speaks, wide-eyes at his expression.]
[Dean pauses thoughtfully and turns his chin down to his feet to focus on drawing back memories. It's a minute or two before he's snapping his fingers and pointing with that.]
Yeah, I think at one point you were topless and asked t'leave.
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Kinda busy--
What?
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Where are you-? [She starts to talk but then notices the ring on her finger.] Why the hell am I wearing a ring?
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... Sonuvabitch. [That expression changes from amusement to irritation and humiliation.]
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Are we-...?
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God-
I hope not.
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Dean...please tell me you remember something...anything...
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Wish I could.
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Wait...I-I remember...bar dancing? [:|]
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Yeah, I think at one point you were topless and asked t'leave.
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A-And didn't you help me out..or something?
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