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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

Susannah is once again working in the bar, although she has less of a pile of documents with her tonight. All she has is a notebook, in which she is alternately taking notes, scratching out notes, and doodling.

She is not a bad teacher, but some things are hard to approach.

She also has a large bottle of water, because proper hydration is important.

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[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Whutcha dewin'?" asks a . . . man sitting nearby.

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"Nothing exciting," she says blandly; she doesn't appear to look up from the notebook.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Ayuh?" He grins at her. "Never seen yew here befer. My name es Wilbur."

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

Ayuh. Maine?

"How do you do," she says politely. She unscrews the top of her bottle of water.

"It's coming on four years since I first came here," she adds, with a shrug. "But it's a big enough place."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Massachussetts, actually, but Wilbur's accent is quite probably unique in all the universe.

"I'm good." He grins wider, just to make the point. "An' I've been here tew ur three weeks. Bound, though."

And he holds out a hand to her.

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

There's a brief pause while she puts the bottle down, then she takes his hand for a quick, firm shake. She has to lean over sideways to do it; she braces her left hand on the armrest of her chair.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

The hand is followed by a tentacle, but Wilbur swats at it and it retreats.

He notices the chair and gives her a slightly sad smile. "We freaks gawt ter stick tewgether, ayuh? Although yers was caused by an accident ur suthin', an' I was born wit mine."

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"Ain't you sweet," she snarls, withdrawing her hand quickly. Her expression is furious.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

He sighs. "Dun't mean naw harm. Et's jest thet most people . . . most people dun't know whut et's like ter be different, yew know?"

He smiles sheepishly, and when he does it's suddenly obvious that he is, in some ways, still a child. A very smart child, but also a lost child. Like Mordred was, mayhaps.

"Sorry ef yew dun't like tew mention et."

[gavemea_45]

"I'm still not convinced this thing's any better than an Ace bandage, dude."

Sam's frowning at his arm as he walks in -- or rather, at the cast on it.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Don't tell me I need to get you one of those cone-things."

Dean looks like he wants to smash Sam's face in. Or just get really drunk.

"Because I will. And I bet someone here'll help me."

Do not test him, Sam. Just don't.

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

She sees them; recognizes Sam (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/20360985.html?thread=872298009#t872298009), and the other one is most likely his brother.

She smiles and raises a hand briefly in greeting.

[gavemea_45]

"You'd need the help, so I wouldn't even think about trying it," he shoots back, then turns his head as he catches a movement across the room.

Sam waves back with his good hand, then nudges Dean.

"That's Susannah. Come on, I'll introduce you."

[hopeitsworthit]

"What, no calling dibs this time? Dude, you're slacking off."

Dean's a jerk.

At least it's a good look for him, right?

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

When they get closer:

"Evening, Sam," she says. She nods to the other (boy) man. "This must be your brother?"

[gavemea_45]

"Dean," he confirms. "Dean, this is Susannah-- I mentioned her, right?"

He knows perfectly well that he has, especially after the recent conversation with Kaylee, but it's something to say.

"Hey, Susannah. How's it going?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"'Yup."

He gives Susannah a once-over because that's what Dean does. Then he grins.

"Lemme guess, you already know I'm the kickass one?"

[stillbecoming]

Buffy is standing by the bar, looking around the room; when she sees Susannah, she lifts her hand in a small uncertain wave.

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

Susannah waves back, a little puzzled. The girl looks lost.

[stillbecoming]

A moment later, a pineapple smoothie appears on the bar next to her elbow. She picks it up, and wanders toward the tables, including Susannah's.

Figuring out where to sit is awkward! She kind of knows some people, but from brief conversations in which she might've joked about their dead husbands kind of. And also, it's a bar, but it's also a restaurant, a clothing store, and possibly a daycare. Social norms are no longer dependable. "Mind if -- ?" She points, with the smoothie, toward a chair by Susannah.

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"Go right ahead," she says easily. She unscrews the top of her own bottle and takes a drink.

[stillbecoming]

Buffy goes right ahead, and takes a long swallow of her smoothie once she's settled. It tastes like fruit and joy.

When she puts it down, she notices that the table is already inhabited by notebooks. "Sorry, were you working?"

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

"Not exactly," she says. "Just trying to organize my thoughts."

[stillbecoming]

She nods. "I hear that can be useful." More smoothie. "When I try it always ends up kind of like little kids with spaghetti."

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

Susannah tries to unpack that. "All over the walls?"