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[gavemea_45]

[OOM: We can't afford for me to do the right thing.]


It's been a long time since he'd last really 'powered up,' as Ruby teases him by calling it. Sam can feel the effects twisting through him. Everything seems brighter, sharper, clearer; he feels clearer, stronger, ready for anything.

He can't sit still, and he sure as hell can't go back to the motel room until it wears off a little - Dean'll notice something's wrong in a hot second, and Sam doesn't want to lie to him unless he has to.

He pushes through the door to Milliways instead. Maybe he can walk it off there, at least a little bit.

[OOC note: Sam is currently riding a paranormal high due to the effects of ingesting demon blood. If your character would be able to detect that sort of taint, feel free to have them do so! Just don't expect him necesssarily to admit it.]

Comments

[tobeclosetohim]

"Can't complain."

There's a sideways tilt.

"You look pretty good tonight."


Happy Winchester? Hard to miss.

[gavemea_45]

"Just came off a job," he tells her. "Nice to have things wrapped up, you know?"

A beat.

"I also might have had a little too much coffee."

Something like that, anyway.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Nice." It is one of the best feelings in her book.

The hunt one. Not the coffee. For being clear.




"Can I do for you anything tonight?"

There's a nod to the bar supplies.

[gavemea_45]

"I'm good, I think -- unless you want to join me for a drink?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"I've gotten worse offers in a day."
Though not in Milliways. Most days.




"And a break wouldn't kill me."

[gavemea_45]

"There you go."

He considers for a second.

"Make mine Jack?"

[tobeclosetohim]

There is a lot you can put off to jitters.
She still pauses. Before getting glasses.




Setting them and the bottle on the counter.
She's not entirely certain what it is.
But she starts pouring the drinks.


"What were you hunting?"

[gavemea_45]

"Magicians."

Sourly.

"Well, magician, anyway."