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[deansangel918]

Who: deansangel918
What: Castiel is just sitting in a bar, watching people. Feel free to join him, bother him, or just tell the creepy guy in the trenchcoat to stop staring at you.
When: Evening
Where: at Lux
Warnings: None at this time.

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[revyourharley]

[tempted? well, you can't be 'tempted' when it's someone else who's imposing on you. don't mind the blond and her bouncing pigtails as she slides into a chair next to him]

Wanna hear a joke?

['cause harley has a fiiiine memory.]

[revyourharley]

Nope!

[ALREADY VICTORIOUS]

Cow says moo!

[and another raucous bought of laughter.]

[deansangel918]

[He's smiling this time.]

I think I understand the humor in that one.

[revyourharley]

See? [imploringly.]

It's funny. So now you laugh.

[deansangel918]

[Well it seems rude not to at this point. He tries a tentative laugh.]

Ha ha.

[revyourharley]

[OH SHE PRACTICALLY GLOWS!]

No, no, no - you're doin' it all wrong. Laugh from the stomach!

[for emphasis, patting her own.]

[deansangel918]

[Now you've just confused him. Air and sound have to come from the mouth. He knows that much.]

... I don't understand how that's possible.

[revyourharley]

[...a smack to the diaphragm may be coming your way.]

's where your air is! Make the laugh more hearty - ya ever hear of a gutsy laugh?

[deansangel918]

[The smack has no apparent effect other than to make Castiel raise an eyebrow. He has no idea what she's talking about.]

... No?

[revyourharley]

Well... [jesus does this guy live under a rock?]

Ever wondered why ya get hit in the stomach and ya can't breath?

[deansangel918]

That has never happened to me.

[revyourharley]

...Then ya need to get into more barfights!

[LIKE RIGHT NOW.]

[expect no, not really. she's leaning back in her seat and sorta rolling her eyes at the room.]

You breath into your stomach, right? Lungs, too, but the thingy - the muscle - that keeps 'em in place is in your stomach so you're breathin' into that, too. And when ya use that to laugh, it sounds better.

[deansangel918]

I've been in many fights. ... Only a few of them were in bars.

[He looks down at his own stomach thoughtfully. He's never really paid attention to how it all worked. He looks back at Harley.]

Show me what you mean.

[revyourharley]

Okay, okay - watch this!

[she slouches in her chair, and takes a deep - deeeeeeeep breath! the upper part of her stomach can be seen starting to swell from the air, and she eagerly points to it.]

[when the breath starts to become painful to keep a hold of, the blond lets it out in loud - clear, strong laughs. the kind that sort of carry across the room and cause people to give odd 'what's so funny' glances, even if they've looked away out of awkward embarrassment by the time she's done howling.]

See?

[she wipes a stray tear of exertion from her eye.]

Like that.

[deansangel918]

Interesting. So the louder a laugh is, the better it is?

[revyourharley]

Pretty much, yeah. Longer is better, too.