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milliways_bar2012-03-10 09:05 pm
gavemea_45) wrote in milliways_bar2012-03-10 09:05 pm
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Dean's changing the oil on the Impala. Sam should be in the motel room, working on gathering more background information for their next case.
He can't make himself sit still long enough to focus.
After the sixth circuit of the room, he throws his hands in the air and stalks through the door to Milliways instead.
At least there he can grab better coffee than the cheap vending machine crap, right?
He can't make himself sit still long enough to focus.
After the sixth circuit of the room, he throws his hands in the air and stalks through the door to Milliways instead.
At least there he can grab better coffee than the cheap vending machine crap, right?
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He puts one hand on Bar's surface.
"Can I get a glass of water for Lincoln here, and a cup of coffee for me?"
Both materialize on the bartop, and Sam smiles a little wryly, watching the other man's face.
"Thanks."
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Lee's expression goes from quietly composed-and-holding-on to ... yeah.
His eyebrows go up.
Way up.
"That's amazing."
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Sam picks up his coffee and takes a sip, then salutes the other man with the cup.
"... takes some getting used to."
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(He wouldn't even know what he'd expect to find.)
He nods.
"I can definitely see what you mean."
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He gives a half-shrug, and looks the other guy over, taking note of his attire as he does.
"Let's see. Anyone give you the rules yet?"