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When; Feb 14th, Lust day; Nighttime
Rating; at this point? god only knows, my friends
Characters;Faye

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Summary; Hey, cowboys and cowgirls need their fun.
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Jed would always, always be of the opinion that there would never, ever be anything like a delicious steak dinner. Especially if one was sitting across from a lovely woman who just happened to have interests that were right up his alley. Those interests involving drinking, good food, dancing, and gambling.

He had to admit, he hadn't ever really met anyone like Faye, but that in no way meant that he didn't like her. Quite contrary, actually, he thought of her as a friend.

But enough with the musings. He had a steak to finish. And with one more stab of his fork, the last peice was popped into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully, before he set his utensils down and retrieved his beer bottle by the cool glass of it's neck and took a drink, washing down the steak. His eating manners were good enough to pass pretty well, but it wasn't like he was a prince or anything. He sat back in his chair a bit, the typical cowboy grin on his face.

"Well, lestways I cain't say I c'n complain 'bout the food. Though..." he smirked in Faye's direction. "I'm thinkin' somethin' a little stronger in th' alcohol department, wotchew think?"

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Contrary to all her claims of being a lady--and mostly failing--Faye had finished her dinner before Jed was three-quarters of the way done with his, and she sat chewing on a toothpick and drinking an Appletini, waiting for him to finish. She was still a little flustered, and it probably showed on her face and the way that she kept shifting oddly in her seat, but she tried to keep herself distracted with conversation and food, the latter being one of her favorite things.

Jed was enough of a gentleman that it made it fun for Faye to be a flirt and general smart-ass, and she found herself smirking a lot more than she intended, but that didn't matter. His suggestion had piqued her interest more than the heat and more than the food. After all, if anything, the City had turned her into something of a lush when it came to alcohol.

"Like there was ever a doubt," she said, draining the contents of her glass and dropping her toothpick onto her empty plate. She got to her feet with little indication and threw over her shoulder, "Where to, escort?"

Jed pushed himself to his feet with a smirk, dropping enough money on the table to cover plus tip, before he caught up to Faye rather easily, resting his hand on her back between her shoulder blades merely as a guiding hand.

"I'm thinkin' Club Automica. Howzat sit wit yew?"

Faye involuntarily shivered, the feeling of skin on skin making her spine twist. She started digging in her pockets for cigarettes so she didn't look too perturbed. Lightning up, she grinned coyly, saying, "Even with the big hole where the door should be, it's still my favorite place."

She took another quick inhale and asked, "This your first time going?"

Jed chuckled, the noise making a rumble deep in his throat. "Yup. Shoire is." He winked, coyly. "Might have ter defend on yew to fight away all the scarynasties."

He was teasing, of course. Jed could more than handle himself. He pushed the door of the resturaunt open, holding it open for Faye as she walked through.

[ooc: s'allright, darlin~<3 everything alright?]

Faye took another drag before exhaling sharply through her nose. She snorted at his comment, felt her Glock, carried out of impulse and habit, press against the inside of her thigh underneath her skirt. It was probably visible, her skirt being almost short of indecent, but it was comforting all the same. Some sort of stability against the way what had to be a curse was making her feel. "Little me?" she said with mock terror. "I thought you were supposed to be the cowboy here. Doesn't that make me a dame or something?"

A bunch of lines and scenarios from all the old Westerns Jet used to watch were coming back to her, but she didn't think she fit the part of any damn damsel. "So you're an Automatica virgin, huh?" she purred, digging her nails into his sleeve.

To say Faye didn't fit the part of damsel would be the understatement of the year. But then, Jed was never to partial to damsels, anyway.

"Shoire I'm th' cowboy here." he stated, a smirk curling the corners of his mouth. "But I'm under th' belief that women have th' ability to defend themselves, iffen they so choose. Somethin' tells me yew got it under control, darlin'." The last word was a smoky drawl in his lowest register.

Another chuckle sounded from the same register. "N'yeah. M'a right virgin, awlright."

Faye could feel her toes curl in her boots, and the cock of one eyebrow was entirely instinctual. When she shifted, her hip brushed against his hip, half-accidental and half-not. She matched his smirk around the filter of her Marlboro and said, "Lucky for you I happen to be particularly good at that, darling." Though her voice was in a decidedly different octave, she managed to sound just as smokey as he had.

She let her eyes light up in mock-excitement. "Oh, goody," she said, slipping her arm through his while she extinguished what was left of her cigarette. "I'm the local corrupter around here, ya know," she went on. "You're not safe with me by any means."

Another smirk, this one with an almost slightly wild tinge widened Jed's lips.

"Oh, good..." The good was another low drawl. "Wouldn't want ter be safe, that would jest be too darn borin'." He chuckled again. "Somethin' tells me I'm goin' ter have fun wit yew corruptin' meh."

[ooc: wtfJedyoulittlewhore. xD]

Guiding him around a corner and in the general direction of where they were supposed to go, Faye flipped her hair out of her face and said, "That's what I'm saying. Must be a cowboy thing, ya know? There's no point in being safe. It isn't any... fun."

Faye laughed, more or less genuine but more flirtatious than anything. "You think so?" she started, looking up at him. "You'll have to stop me if I go a little... overboard. I should warn you, sometimes I get a little carried away. Especially if there's alcohol involved. Hope you don't mind."

Jed easily followed where she was going, still managing to stay in step with her as his hand slid around to her waist, bringing them closer together. "Darlin, what in the world makes yew think I would mind a thang like that?" He winked. "Although...s'only fair ter warn yew, I get a lil' wild sometimes."

Faye smirked when she felt his hand on her hip, looking up from underneath her eyelashes as she said, "Never know. Some people don't like such aggressive women but that's not my problem really. Especially right now."

She turned them down around another corner, where it was darker but somehow hotter and replied, "You? Wild? I never would've guessed. Under all that wild, wild west there lies a true risk taker."

Dean had been wandering the streets of The City for a couple of hours now, ever since the fiasco with Sammy. He tried not to think about it, at all, but it just kept popping into his head. He didn't get what was up with him today, probably some curse, but for some reason he felt like jumping everyone in sight, and that morning it just so happened to be his brother. He managed to keep himself under a tight reign for the rest of the day, so far anyway.

When the demon had invited him for a drink, Dean was kinda shocked as he tried to kill him when they first met. He figured to hell with it though, and decided he needed the alcohol at this point, hoping he could put the sight of Sammy pinned against the wall out of his head. What better way than alcohol? Dean quickly made his way over to Club Automatica and waited for the demon.

Heat, heat, heat. And not the kind he was accustomed to feeling on a regular bases-- the slowburn of power in his veins. No, this was the wanton pool of warmth that made him want to cast scorching looks out of the corner of his eye to each and every passerby. He didn't even want to fight it-- He was almost glad for the distraction.

Anything was better then thinking of Virus' absence. He was glad the other demon was out of this City but... He had always assumed they would leave together.

Crossing his arms, Flint hunched his shoulders a little as he stepped into the bar, then automatically relaxed with the familiar atmosphere of music and drink and-- today-- sex. At least something felt remotely normal.

ALthough, he didn't even know why he had approached Dean, of all people. The man had tried to kill him after all. Maybe because he was the only other person Flint had come into contact with that he thought, maybe, if given a chance, he could understand. Demon hunters, after all, all ready something he was familiar with. Besides, the hunter sounded like he needed a drink anyway. Drawing one hand through the red and yellow strands of his bangs, he wove his way through the crow, amber eyes flitting about in search of Dean.

Dean was rather lost in though when Flint walked into the club, so Dean didn't notice him right away. In the time between Dean's entrance and Flint's, the man had already downed one beer and was now nursing his second. Once again, Dean was reliving the events that took place earlier in his head. The replay of such events started to make Dean somewhat uncomfrotable as he shifted slightly in his seat.

Taking a large swig of beer, Dean turned on the stool he was occupying, so as to scan the room. He spotted the demon just next to the entrance, Flint blending into the surroundings as the lights flashed red for a moment. Dean didn't make a move to go over to the demon, rather he decided to watch Flint as he made his way through the crowd, looking so comfortable and so at home here with the pulsing beats and rhytmic bodies.

The feelings that arose in Dean as he watched were those that he normally wouldn't feel about a demon, and it kinda creeped him out. He took another swallow of his drink and simply waited for Flint to spot him.

The more he wandered through the bar, the more the tension seemed to ease from his shoulders, his drawn expression relaxing. Curses notwithstanding, this was familiar. This was easy. This was as close to home as Flint had felt since coming here-- even though Virus was gone. Even though, for all intents an purposes, he was completely alone.

But he had lived for centuries like this before. He could do it again. Right? Right.

Pierced ears twitching, amber eyes suddenly flicked up to land on the angled body of Dean. The only familiar face, now. And a demon-hunter. And he wondered why that wasn't as strange as it should be. Without a moment's hesitation, he cut throught he crowd and moved straight to Dean.

Dean continued to watch Flint as he made his way over to the bar and to Dean. He didn't bother looking away, knowing that the demon saw him starring, it wasn't really something one could miss as Dean was being rather obvious about it. Instead he simply continued to watch him, casually leaning back against the bar in his seat, one hand on his thigh, the other holding his beer. He looked languid and calm, though he felt anything but, more tense and high strung. Dean needed to do something and soon, though he didn't really want to think on what that something was, knowing it was probaly similar to what had happened earlier on.

As he watched Flint coming closer, Dean let his mind wander a bit, thinking back to the feeling he had the day Flint was trapped in the Eye of Solomon and Dean had refused to fire the gun to kill the demon. There was something about the demon that just wouldn't let Dean harm him, and everytime there after Dean had seen Flint he got the same feeling, just as he was now. Albeit, on top of that same feeling Dean was also getting a little warm under the collar over Flint.

He pushed all those thoughts, or at least tried to, out of his focus when the object of said thoughts finally reached the place Dean sat. Dean slide a bottle of beer towards his new found not quite friend and flashed him his patent cheeky grin. "Sup?"

The grin was contageous, and despite the sinking feeling in his gut that hadn't let up since Virus left, he couldn't help but crack a smile in return. Besides, the man had even gone so far as to get him a drink. So, maybe this wouldn't be quite so bad.

"You started without me," He said, a hint of play in his voice as he took the barstool next to the hunter, all but curling around his bottle of beer. Flint wasn't picky about his alcohol, but it normally would take a great deal of it to get him tipsy-- unless it was absinthe. Though he had no doubt this bar might have some, if he asked.

Dean still didn't really know why he decided to go out with Flint that night. Mostly because the boy was a demon, and well, a boy. It had been a long, long time since Dean had ever been with a guy, he tended to focus more on the female gender. Not that Dean never looked at the guys, he just preferred not to draw any attention to himself, mostly he didn't want his dad, nor Sam, to know about that, thinking that their reactions might be less than stellar.

"Sorry, needed a drink more than I thought I did." He continued his Flint watching as the hedgehog curled up slightly. Dean couldn't stop the next comment from leaving his mouth, kicking himself immediatly after. "You're adorable."

He was in the middle of taking a drink when the compliment came out of no where. The demon froze, amber eyes wide with surprise, then he swallowed and let out a laugh.

"Cute? Where did that come from?" Not that he hadn't been called cute before, by numerous individuals. But coming from Dean? Well, suffice to say demon hunters weren't exactly the people he expected to get compliments from. Quite frankly, he had expected this night to end up as he and Dean drowning sorrows in bottles of beer before going home-- likely with other indivuduals.

Though it would be kind of a hassle, wouldn't it? Finding someone else, with Dean right here, and grinning like that--

Whoa, tiger, Flint scolded himself, then blushed, rolled his eyes and looked away.

After Dean had spoken, he looked away from Flint, out into the crowd of grinding bodies. He missed Flint's blush. "I really have no idea. It just kinda- Came out."

He shifted in his seat once again, unable to get comfortable with the demon right next to him, and the bumbing and grinding bodies on the dance floor were not helping him get his feelings in check. Narmally he was so good sy being able to hide what he was feeling, but apparently not today. His face flushed from the heat of club as well as other heat. He took a rather large swing of his beer, draining out almost half the bottle.

When he turned back to Flint, the hedgehog was facing away from him. Clearing his throat, Dean tried to initiate some sort of normal conversation. "So."

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