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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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Her lips quirk.
"Beats the alternative, anyway."
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Sam's smile is real, and warm.
"So. Since it sounds like you helped keep the apocalypse from happening here and all, can I buy you a drink?"
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"That sounds fair," Ava decides cheerfully.
"And it gives me a chance to ... choose to not have coffee." She looks a little bleak. "Cleanup has been an ongoing thing."
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Sam looks briefly grim at the thought, then shakes it off and smiles at her again.
"What'll you have?"
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She makes a charade of pondering.
It's still chilly out: this is a total foregone conclusion.
"Cocoa?"
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"Want anything in it?"
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(Ava finds it a little erk to give him her back even now, and even considering that it's always been her who's the untrustworthy one in this equation.
Still, she manages fine.)
Ava takes a stool at the bar and glances to Sam, perfectly cheerful.
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"Hot chocolate with a shot of Bailey's for Ava, please, and coffee for me?"
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Respectable!
He's presumably doing actual hunting and fighting, all she does right now is continue to clean up around here, listen to the wails of the vengeful, and try to keep an eye on Andrew.
She takes up her mug and sips happily.
"Mm. Thanks, Sam."
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He raises his own cup to her in a half-salute before taking a swallow.
"You're welcome. Thank you."