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Who: Everyone!
What: Drinking!
When: March 3rd
Where: The Blue Light
Rating: Let's say R (I'll edit if... things happen)

Note(s): Party time! Tag all over the place, threadjack, make new friends, forget new drinking buddies--have fun!

There are a number of bars in the City. The Blue Light is one of the busier ones and, on the weekends, it's at its busiest.

This Saturday is no exception. Drinking, dancing, flirting--if it's legal, it's happening (and if it's questionably legal, it's probably happening more discretely; this is one of the nicer bars the City has to offer, after all). Whether you're a social drinker on a night out with your friends, a hardcore partier who habitually clears your Sunday schedule, or just there to drink the last of the desert away, you'll be in good company.

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It looks harmless. In fact, it looks kind of pretty. Penny accepts the glass from Dean and does as he suggests.

"Mm--that's not bad. What is it?"

"Mimosa. It's just orange juice and champagne. Easy drink to start with."

He takes a sip of his own scotch. "So how many times have you drank?"

"And not the kind of drink you'd ever have, I bet," she replies, taking another careful sip. Dean looks like the kind of guy who drinks manly things--probably neat.

Penny laughs. "More times than I could've counted, actually. I was a bartender for a little while, even. I mean, I was an awful one. I got fired pretty quickly."

"Yeah? Wouldn't've pegged you for a bartender."

He has to chuckle though and admit that no, he's not a Mimosa sort of guy.

"Ex girlfriend used to drink them on Sunday mornings."

"That's funny. Neither did my boss."

She raises her glass slightly as if to toast. "Well, here's to your ex girlfriend's taste." And not just in drinks.

"So what do you do now?"

He clinks his glass against hers, touches the glass to the bar and then takes a drink. "She had damn good taste."

She even knew when to kick him out.

"Now? I mostly help out at the Welcome Center. Volunteering's about the only thing I'm really, really good at." She doesn't sound overly concerned with her lack of job prospects. "I'm looking for some kind of work, too. Doing odd jobs in the meantime--you know, running errands for people and things."

Penny smiles at Dean. "She picked you out, so yeah. Not to be super forward, but you're kind of the complete package."

"Sort of like a messenger. So if I pay you, you'd bring donuts and coffee up to the station every morning?"

He chuckles and winks at her. "Sweetheart, I like forward in a girl." Oh yeah, he's sufficiently recovered (as much as he's ever going to) from Lisa kicking him out.

She laughs again and says, "Exactly like a messenger and totally not like someone without a real job. And sure, I could do that. Just let me know how much and what to get and when to drop it off."

Oh, Dean--and Penny had been doing such a good job of not blushing for the last few seconds. "I'm way more honest than forward. That's a turn-off for most guys. The minute I start going on about how awful styrofoam is for the environment or how I'm a lot more interested in things like world hunger than the last football game or that I'm not big on one-night stands, they check out."

This is a test.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

He takes a sip of his whiskey and chuckles. He's really not entirely aware it's a test but her words actually sort of make him be more honest than he is with most people.

"Long as you don't go telling me how bad my baby is for the environment you can have styrofoam." He purses his lips a moment at the other bit. "Nothing wrong with a one night stand if everybody's copacetic with it, but if that's they're problem with you then it's their loss."

Dean doesn't dislike relationships. In fact, the few he's been in, he's liked. He's just scared of them because people leave or they kick him out and it hurts like hell.

"I could never say anything bad about your car, Dean. I would've been limping all the way to the shelter without it." She looks appreciative of Dean's understanding. "No, they're okay for some people. I just like my physical intimacy to have some kind of emotional intimacy too, you know?"

That's more than she's said about relationships to anyone in... ever. Penny isn't sure why she feels compelled to share with Dean, but he's easy to talk to.

"Knew you were an awesome chick, Penny." Anyone who likes the Impala is aces in Dean's book.

He takes a sip of his whiskey and nods, thinking about that a moment. He gets it. There is some sort of stability and comfort in that sort of intimacy if he doesn't let all of his issues run away with the idea. Of course with Dean, things like 'I don't deserve that' and 'Eventually she'll kick me out/walk away/leave' always win out in Dean's case. His relationship with Lisa back in his world came more from an obligation to Sam. It'd been his baby brother's last wish that he'd go to Lisa. His relationship with Anna, here in the City, had been one he'd just sort of slid into accidentally.

"Yeah, I get that. Sort of what everybody's supposed to want, right?"

It's what he wants for Sam anyway.

Dean just called her awesome. Penny's so pleased that she neglects to tell him that women deserve to be called women and not chicks or anything else demeaning and cutesy.

She just blushes and looks down at the remains of her mimosa.

"Along with the white picket fence, two-point-three children..." Penny shrugs and smiles. "Life doesn't usually work out that way."

Oh good because while he would listen and nod, the lesson wouldn't much stick. He doesn't mean it demeaning or cutesy. Not really.

"Yeah, well it's friggin' supposed to."

He sounds a little more bitter than he should. "At least for some people, like you and Sammy."

"Life's been pretty rough for you guys, huh?" This isn't really a question. Riding around in the Impala in the desert with Dean for a little while was more than enough to give her all kinds of impressions of a less than sunshiny life.

"Anyway, that whole suburban fairytale stuff isn't for everyone. I mean, even if I hadn't been killed by a death ray, I think I'd've stayed in downtown L.A. Why go for the white picket fence when you can help people out, right?"

"Nah. We all right." Penny has hit it on the head but Dean won't ever admit that. He and Sam's life has pretty much sucked. It seems like a betrayal to his dad if he says their lives suck.

"You were killed by a death ray?" He's giving her that 'are you serious' look that quickly turns into a dorky boy smile. "Okay the killing part sucks out loud but damn...if you have to die, that's a cool way to do it."

Penny takes Dean at his word, even if his word doesn't exactly deny anything.

"I guess it was death ray shrapnel, technically," she replies, amused by his reaction, "so not quite so cool, but still pretty high up there on the list of neat ways to die."

Penny will learn if she stays friends with Dean that he will always say he's doing awesome, even if his version of awesome means bleeding to death and looking at this side of Hell.

Hey, he's got a unique way of looking at things as as someone who's died more times then he wants to count, he thinks he can make light of it in general, particularly when Penny is here and fine albeit City Dead.

"Yeah I'm going with still pretty damn cool. You want another mimosa?"

Yeah, he might get her drunk but he will stick to his word. He'll carry her home, make sure she's safe and not take advantage. Okay, he might kiss her but that's hardly taking advantage if you ask him.

Fortunately (unfortunately?), that's about how Penny operates, too... without the bleeding to death and Hell, since her life was never exactly that exciting. And it's kind of silly to take death seriously once it's already happened and you're still running around and chatting.

"If you'd've been there for the musical number, you might rethink the coolness." Actually, everything prior to the death ray's explosion was pretty uncool. Just thinking about it encourages Penny to say, "Sure, I'd take another."

It's a valid life choice that works for certain people. He agrees entirely.

"There was a musical number? Okay, yeah you're losing cool points here, Sweetheart." He winks at her when he says it though and orders her another drink.

"Do I get any points back if I wasn't the one singing?"

Mimosa number two isn't consumed as cautiously as the first. It seems to taste better, too.

"Yeah, I think I can do that but only 'cause you're a redhead." It's said with a good deal of teasing, not quite a wink but close enough.

That's how drinks work. It's a slippery slope, Penny.

"Do you have a thing for redheads?"

Penny moves closer to Dean. This isn't an entirely conscious decision on her part. Finishing off the second drink, however, is.

Dean chuckles a little, noticing that she's moving a little closer. "Little bit. It's hard not to notice one."

He also sees that she's finished off her drink. He quirks an eyebrow at her and decides she's big enough to make her own decision, especially given the conditions he laid down for her. "You want another one?"

"Because of the red hair, or because most redheads have this pasty, glow-in-the-dark thing going on?"

She contemplates this briefly before shaking her head. "Nah. I don't want you to think I'm just a lightweight when I ask you if you'd mind if I kissed you."

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yay for horrid misspellings of things! So sorry

No, it's fine!

<3 bless you

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