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?]

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[ellen_harvelle]

[Wait. You're one she's never met.]

Who the hell are you?

[employeeofthemonthforever]

I'm Zachariah. Cheers.

[ellen_harvelle]

One of the angels.

[The lot of you are enough to make her start drinking.]

[employeeofthemonthforever]

Don't worry. I'm currently on my best behavior.

[ellen_harvelle]

That's not comforting.

[employeeofthemonthforever]

No?

Perhaps I should come up with something more demonstrative.

[ellen_harvelle]

Think I'll pass.

[employeeofthemonthforever]

If you're sure.