Today Droog has commandeered one of the spare rooms on the tenth floor and converted it into a billiards hall, dark wood paneling and brass fittings gleaming in the low, warm lighting
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[This is not the Dean Winchester you first met, Diamonds Droog. This Dean Winchester has recently suffered through a 'bout of particularly painful torture, and appears to be missing his left pinky finger (notice the bandages) and his right eye (the dashing gauze wrapped at a jaunty angle).
He offers a two-fingered salute and smirks. After practicing out on his makeshift rifle range, the lack of another eye hasn't really screwed up his aim, so a go at billiards would be nice.]
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Gimme five minutes.
[It actually takes Dean three minutes to tuck his communicator away and locate the pool hall. Upon slipping inside the room, he nods appreciatively at the decor...]
Hey, nice job, man.
[...and walks over to the side of the table, hands braced on the edge. it's pretty high-class compared to what he's used to.]
[Dean lifts up the triangle and hangs it on a pin on the wall. Moving back to the table and setting up the cue ball, he bends at the waist and sets his cue in line.]
He offers a two-fingered salute and smirks. After practicing out on his makeshift rifle range, the lack of another eye hasn't really screwed up his aim, so a go at billiards would be nice.]
All the damn time. You up for a game?
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All the games, all of them, etc., and he'll make no immediate comment on the gauze. Most injuries that don't kill you seem casual, to him.
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Where's the billiards hall?
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[It actually takes Dean three minutes to tuck his communicator away and locate the pool hall. Upon slipping inside the room, he nods appreciatively at the decor...]
Hey, nice job, man.
[...and walks over to the side of the table, hands braced on the edge. it's pretty high-class compared to what he's used to.]
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I like things nice.
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No shit.
[Dean snags the chalk square, grinding it onto the end of his cue before chucking it across the table at Diamonds.]
How's the mansion been treatin' ya?
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Well enough.
Poking around the empty mirrorside had proven useless, but he'd gotten some good information out of the event anyway.
You?
This with a pointed look at Dean's missing eye, and another at his hand. Now's your chance to explain, Dean.
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Some sick sonuvabitch drugged me and thought a little torture would be funny.
[The faint smile on his face twists into something more bitter.]
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Are you gonna make him pay?
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He's gonna wish he'd never pulled a knife on me in the first place.
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I ain't a hunter for nothin'.
[Dean reaches for the pool triangle, moving all the balls that are touching to the center of the table.]
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He steps back from the table, silently cuing Dean to break.
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[Dean lifts up the triangle and hangs it on a pin on the wall. Moving back to the table and setting up the cue ball, he bends at the waist and sets his cue in line.]
I hunt monsters an' ghosts.
[With a resounding CLACK he breaks the triangle.]
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Tell me more.
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