tampered | (no subject)

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.
Log;

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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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."