1st Drink

[ellen_harvelle]

[She's been here a few days. Castiel knows she's here. That girl who had helped her to the dugout and given her a little bit of help knew she was here, but had no idea who she was.

That didn't help.

She's got a bruise along her jaw and a scrape on her right cheek. And she's got a shot glass in her hand. There's a distinctive bottle close by, but she's not drinking it. It's too early for that. No matter how much she might want to.

Also, she knows her boys are here.]

I got the welcoming committee talk. Don't want to hear the rest of it.

[She rolls the shot glass along the table.]

I know there are folks from my world here. Appreciate it if they'd speak up.

[Another roll of the shot glass.]

If anyone's looking for a bartender, I ran my own saloon back in Nebraska and don't mind knocking heads together no matter how much more testosterone than brains they've got.

[And if you boys don't contact her, she will come find you. You really don't want that, do you?]

Comments

video;

[paterelohim]

Really? [...His reputation precedes him. Fantastic.]

From who?

video;

[ellen_harvelle]

Castiel. Angel-boy filled me in on a few things.

video;

[paterelohim]

Oh, you found Cas already. Cool.

I uh, did he explain my weird shit already? I mean, we should probably get it out of the way, since eventually everyone finds out and gets creeped out.

video;

[ellen_harvelle]

[She nods. Found. Sure. She could go with that. She'd prayed. Not know what else to do.]

I know about the books you wrote about the boys.

Re: video;

[paterelohim]

Ah, groovy. For the record, they made you look awesome.

Re: video;

[ellen_harvelle]

I'll take your word for it. Never picked them up.

video;

[paterelohim]

Good life choice. They were pretty much shit.