cape_kore | Gabriel | Video | 05

I see a lot of you kind people have been signing up for extracurriculars. Scouting, hunting, washing the dishes, all that sort of thing. Buuuuuut, I couldn't help noticing a bit of a gap in these activities, which I brought to the attention of our fearless leader and got his permission to fill! Sort of. Our little town is so lucky to have such a devoted mayor. Three cheers for ol' what's-his-face, et cetera.

[It's almost all true. The permission bit isn't, predictably, but the guy hadn't forbidden it. Not in as many words, at least... and not that that would stop Gabriel.]

So, uh, anyone willing to make the ultimate sacrifice and join me in testing the safety of the chocolate, alcohol and bedsprings, possibly all at the same time... sign up here. I know, I know -- I'm not saying it'll be easy. Hells, I'm not even saying any of us'll make it out alive. But those of you prepared to give your all in the service of your gilded cage and your fellow vacationers, you'll be doing the right thing. You'll be remembered as heroes.

[Needless to say, he's bored. Somebody entertain him before he takes up serial murder again...]

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Well, that blows. But given the givens, a sucky backstory's only to be expected. Them's the breaks.

[He reaches over and snags a piece of chocolate for himself. He really shouldn't, given that he can pull his own out of thin air and these are actually hers, but on the other hand, he doesn't much care. Well, at least he's being vague enough and not shouting 'WOLF', so maybe he's filled his 'being considerate' quota already.]

Drink?

[Alcohol is easier than sympathy, right?]

[ She glances towards the bar with a small smile. She knows the topic at hand is a little... heavy. ]

Anything fruity around?

Well, Dean's usually in here, but apparently not today. Sorry.

[The occasional anti-Winchester dig doesn't hurt anyone, right? Right. He shrugs, glancing over at the bar too.]

Doubt it, honey - not anything good and not stocked here, anyway. Course, I could probably rustle something up.

[ She can't help the laugh. She's seen Dean around, but she's honestly a little wary of him. ]

You can just pull a piña colada out of nowhere?

If that's what you're after, sure.

And there's no strings attached?

[ She can't help being wary, even if she doesn't think she has any reason. It's not that she thinks he isn't dangerous, just that she doesn't think he has much of a reason to hurt her. ]

Unless they've changed the Pina Colada recipe since I last checked, no, no strings included.

[A snap of his fingers, and there's one in front of her.]

Take it or leave it, sweetheart. Don't sweat it, it's a freebie.

[ Well, it certainly smells like a pina colada. It smell delicious, actually, so without hesitation she leans over to take a sip. ]

Thanks. Everyone else here seems to be riding the whiskey and vodka train. I think some of them would drink bathtub gin if it meant not being sober.

Y'know, I wouldn't be surprised. We've got ourselves enough alcoholics here for seven different AA groups.

Which makes it sort of tough on your casual social drinker. What if they come after me for drinking the rum after all their whiskey is gone? A girl's got to watch out for her best interests here.

[ She pauses. ]

Then again, I could probably make everyone my best friend if I start making them bathtub gin and I've got a bathtub no one's using. You think that Dean guy'll be pissed if he goes a little blind?

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He hasn't gone blind from any of the other things your mom'll tell you cause it, so hey, worth a shot. He even has a pet dog he could train up for guiding duty... or, well, close enough.

[Sorrynotsorry, Cas.]

So long as you nab the good stuff for yourself beforehand and just fob the homemade crap off on the local drunks, that sounds like a solid plan. Nice thinking, junior.

[ Thanks. Ruby loves hearing about the masturbatory habits of weird men she doesn't know! ]

That's a good idea. [ She leans forward on the table with a grin. ] You're just the tiniest bit diabolical, aren't you?

[He grins right back, and takes a sip of her Pina Colada, because he's always in a 'sharing other people's stuff' mood.]

Honey, please. I make Dick Dastardly look like a Boy Scout.

You should grow out a mustache that you can twirl. All the cool kids are doing it.

[ She doesn't really mind the sharing. He gave it to her, anyway. ]

Y'know, I really should. Mustaches look great on me. Of course, what doesn't.

[Rhetorical. Don't answer or he'll throw a tantrum.]

I don't know. I'd have to see you in a slinky dress to know for sure.

[ She shoots him a playful grin and wonders if he'll actually do it. ]

Well, that can be arranged.

[ She lifts her fingers to her lips and whistles. ]

Show off your gams, honey.

In public? Couldn't possibly. I'm far too shy.

Another time, then, but I'm still not sleeping with you.

[ She grinned. ]

Doesn't make you less cute, though. I promise.

Thanks for the reassurance. Soothes my bruised ego a little... just a little.

Well, there's a lot of space to bruise, so I didn't want you to take it too personally.

Another time, another place, and I'd be leaning over in a low-cut shirt to fill your drink faster than any other patrons in my diner.

Maybe so, but in this time and place, you telling me that doesn't help any.

[He's not really bothered, of course. Mildly disappointed - she's pretty and she seems like all kinds of fun - but there's only so many people he can proposition, and having chocolate and a drink with an attractive lady is nice enough on its own. Certainly nice enough that it's not worth risking ruining what seems to be the groundwork for a friendship over a bit of sex.]

Ah, well. Suppose I can't schedule too many ladies in. Wouldn't want to have to rush, after all - it's probably better this way.

[ She's taking a sip when he speaks and she nearly gets rum in her nose. ]

There you go. You can't have fun if you're rushing.

[ And she's pretty sure that whatever he is, he's got more time than the rest of them. ]

You've got to take your time. Wine and dine, Gwydion.

Hey, I don't need you to tell me how to do my job. I know what I'm doing.

[A pause.]

Does chocolate and a cocktail count as wining and dining...?

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