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Closed ; ongoing

When; Feburary 9thish evening
Rating; PG-13 probably
Characters; Alisha & Dean Winchester
Summary; Alisha wants a tour of some of the bars in the City. Dean is happy to oblige
Log;

Dean pulls up to Alisha's apartment building in the Impala. She knows he's on his way so he'll sit out in the Impala, engine running until she comes out. He's pretty sure it's not exactly a date, not that Dean has been on a real date in years. he's dressed nicely enough anyway: clean jeans, tee shirt and a button up undone over the tee shirt.

He's got a couple of places in mind to take her. Some average sorts of places, nothing too fancy, nothing themed...unless the strip club comes up, but he's not expecting it to. Most chicks don't like going to the strip club.

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You can bet your impala that Alisha's not going to even think about a strip club. If Nathan was accompanying them then it would be most inevitable. Thank The City for small favours.

Alisha's dressed in a simple shirt and shorts, just as she's usually dressed (if an orange jumpsuit isn't counted as "usual") for this little adventure. She doesn't consider it much of a date, but more of a two people getting to know each other. She's known Dean since she first arrived here; it's only natural for them to hang out and for him to give her tips on which bars to hit up when a particular curse strikes. She trusts his judgement.

Alisha makes her way out of her flat and spots Dean in a very fancy car. It's something that she's not used to ever really seeing - or being in - and she has to grin because she never thought Dean would be one to have a car like that. It just didn't fit the picture she had of him. It's quite the nice surprise.

"Nice car," she says, smiling. "I didn't think this place had any like this."

Dean figured and he doesn't bet the Impala on anything. His life maybe but not the Impala.

He does lean across the seat and open the door from her from the inside. He grins when she slides into the car and compliments it.

"Thanks. It didn't. This is my baby from home."

Yes. That's right. Dean made a deal with the deities for his car.

She frowns. "How did you get your car here?" Alisha, unfortunately, missed out on the deal with the deities. She's never really run into anyone who has made a deal with them in order to gain something from home. There's always a first time for everything.

Dean glances over at her as he pulls away from the curb. "Deal with the deities. I give them something. They bring my car here."

he's not really sure he should be telling her this. He's hypocritical. He's made three different deals with the deities but he doesn't think anyone should deal with them.

She doubts it's as easy as it sounds. Giving her power to Seth was simple; she was free of it, and he'd do whatever he liked with it. But things got complicated when it fell into the wrong hands. As simple as these deals sound, she's weary of them after her own experience with a deal gone awry.

She waits a few moments, looking around at the interior of the car. It's incredibly nice, and reminds her a bit of Seth's car. She probably shouldn't be prying, but Dean's got experience here and Alisha would be stupid not to ask. It's what Simon would do. "What did you have to give them?"

It's never as easy as it sounds. That's rule number one to anything. He hesitates telling her, mostly because it's embarrassing. He doesn't much care if people know he made a deal. It's still the easiest deal he ever made. Of course, the first one ended up shoving him in Hell for four years. Almost anything else would make that one look like child's play.

He clears his throat, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "My sex drive for a month."

It's almost mumbled really.

"What?" Alisha grins, unsure of whether to laugh or what. What would the dieties have to gain from taking that? It's exactly why someone would find her power something worth spending money to gain.

"Jesus," she says, shaking her head. "If you had made that deal when I had my old power, - and my power wasn't a total piece of shit - it'd be like you made no deal at all."

Dean shrugs a little. "Figured, drive for drive. They like shit like that."

Mostly he thinks that it appeals to their sense of humor.

"You're old power? Not following."

Alisha sighs and doesn't look at him. It's embarrassing. It's not something she's happy to have had in her past. And she hates how she did have it here, once upon a time. "Whenever I touch people, they want to shag me. Kind of works like that X-Men chick with the weird hairstyle."

"Rogue?" Yes, that's a grin on his face. Dean's a fan of Rogue. She's definitely a hot chick. You know, for someone fictional and...animated.

Dean has seen enough weird in his life that it doesn't phase him much. He frowns a bit, considering it. "Like a succubus."

If he seems okay with this it's because he is. "So you don't have it any more? You can touch people like normal?"

She never really thought of it like that, but it was definitely like a suck-ubus, in her opinion. "I went back home for a while. I sold it and got a new power. I can touch people like normal. It's still weird, but it's a big fucking relief, honestly."

Dean would agree if he actually had to deal with it and if he actually put some thought into it.

"You can sell powers back in your world? What has everybody got one?"

Because he can accept that she's got powers or that others have powers. The selling part is hanging him up.

"What'd you end up with?"

"Only people who were hit by the storm. Not everyone has one, but everyone who is fucking crazy does." Milk Boy, Lucy, that Jesus impersonator, and Ollie - well, Ollie wasn't crazy, but loving the environment so much was a bit weird for her.

"This guy had this power that let him trade them. So, he made a business out of it. Took my power, gave me the choice to have one or be normal, and gave me a new one." She wonders how to explain her new power. It's really shitty, in her opinion, because it still leaves her hopeless in fights, but at least she can touch people now. "Ever heard the saying about taking a walk in someone else's shoes?"

Dean pulls the car up to the curb in front of the bar he's taking her too and gets out, opening her door for her. He can be a gentleman when he wants to be.

"Yeah. Not sure how that becomes a super power, but I know the saying."

She's not used to being treated with such respect. Simon does this sort of stuff for her, because he's Simon, but to be treated like this by someone who doesn't know her is still jarring. In a very good way. It's something she has to get used to, that not all people are completely bad. She gives him a small smile and climbs out of the car. "Well, I can put myself in other people's shoes. Like, literally see where they are or see through their eyes. It's kind of a useless power but I guess it beats Google Maps."

Dean's an asshole but he's got basic manners. "Damn, yeah. Guess it'd suck too, depending on who's shoes you end up in."

Like his shoes, he's pretty sure it'd suck to be there. He knows he'd hate for her to see it. Once at the bar, he opens the door for her there as well then steps in behind her. It's one of those comfortable kind of bars. Not a dive but not a dance club either. There is a dance floor and a juke box though if Alisha gets enough whiskey in Dean to get him out there. He's awful at anything but the slow dance-freshman shuffle though.

Alisha likes guys who do the robot.

And a comfortable bar it is. "It's a shit power. More for locating people than anything, I think." She's been in a few people's shoes and she doesn't like it; she likes her own too much, thank you. She makes her way to the bar, guessing that that's what they're there for. Some good old drinking.

"You have powers in your world?" she glances at him.

Sorry, no robot happening here.

He orders himself a glass of scotch with ice and looks to Alisha with raised eyebrows.

"Sort of. We've got...special kids but there's only--" there's only one left now and that's Sammy. "Not many of them around. Most of the time it's the demons and the witches that have powers in my world."

"You mean, witches with the green skin and warts? And those really stupid hats?" Demons were one thing she hasn't come across, nor she knows well, so she's going to just leave that for a moment while tackling the one thing she's been fed through film and television. She orders herself a plain beer; she isn't feeling too adventurous just yet.

"Nah, normal looking chicks usually, just witches. They'll screw your shit up. Witches are whores." He hates them, a lot.

"Guessing you don't have them in your world."

"Not unless you dress up as one for Halloween, I don't think so." Though, honestly, she wouldn't put it past the city to have some. Considering there are people who can control milk, and Nathan, there's bound to be some witches. "Just superpowered people on a power trip.

Your witches sound like the pricks we've dealt with. All they want to do is mess with us."

"Special pricks that can make you puke up your insides, literally."

He takes a sip of his scotch and ponders that a moment. "Always some kind of weird. No place is friggin' normal, you know? You know anyone here who comes from a normal world?"

Alisha thinks on it for a moment, though, she's really imagining someone literally puking their insides. She really hopes no one back home is capable of that. "No," she says, shaking her head. She'd take a sip of her drink if she didn't have the vivid image of Dean's description still lingering in her mind. "Maybe that's why we're here. We're all from some fucked up world where shit happens. No one wants to deal with the normal stuff."

Oh he was talking literally. Witches are whores in his world. Obviously, his description has done nothing to slow down his drinking. He'd eat if he had anything to eat as well.

"That's as good a damn theory as anyone else's I've ever heard."

"You know anyone who's come from some weird, normal world where the sky is blue and everyone doesn't possess some weird ability?" She's honestly curious. So far, she's run into Dean - who is normal to her! But his life seems really, really fucking rich and colourful - and there's her mates from home, as well as Charlie the pyrokinetic and a few scientists who know too much about time travel. So far, the odds were in the favour of those who didn't fit into the 'normal' description box.

Dean ponders this a second, trying to figure out if he does know anyone who comes from a normal world. "Justin. I think anyway. Pretty sure he's from a normal world." Of course he also killed some lady but his world is normal as far as Dean can tell.

It doesn't get past Alisha how long it took for Dean to summon up someone who could possibly be from one. She isn't one to make any of the really big statements like that, but Simon's rubbing off on her. Observing is a go. "Does it sound boring?"

"Normal?" He ponders that a moment too. He had normal with Lisa and Ben for a while. It had been awesome most of the time, but he'd missed saving people and he'd missed Sam.

"In small doses? Nah normal sounds awesome. I could do with some normal."

"Maybe we'll get cursed with something normal. A month long curse of no curses," she muses. That sounds like a dream right now; no powers, no losing one's self to a curse for twenty-four hours, no asking the same question over the network again and again about something that's happening to her. "Sounds too good to be true."

Dean chuckles at that. "I wouldn't turn down a month of normal."

He'd get bored before the month was up and go hunt things down in the Underground.

"This place would fuck it up," she mused. Nothing ever went the way it was supposed to when Alisha was concerned. Community service turned into a circus horror show, and her love life ... An incredibly mind fuck, if she were frank. "Wouldn't it? Can't even have a normal month without turning into someone else."

Dean chuckles. "Yeah, you've got that right. City would definitely fuck things up there."

He's been here long enough to know that even if curses don't happen to him, they happen to someone he cares about, therefore making life not normal.

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