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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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"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."

"Because of the red hair." He smirks and looks her over, starting with her hair. It's not quite a leer. More of an appreciation. "Being a redhead's a good thing, Sweetheart."

And that takes him by surprise. It's not a bad thing, just a surprising one. "Because you don't want me to think it's the alcohol talking?"

Is he sure it's not because of the skintone? Because really, it makes blushes very visible. "Then thank you, I think?"

Most of the world might not believe it, but Penny, when she's not focused on a pet project, is a fan of romance and not completely opposed to instigating things. "Exactly," she replies, giving Dean a smile that could almost qualify as flirty. "So do you mind if I kiss you?"

That is just a bonus to the whole being redhead bit. "You're welcome."

It's one of those things that makes sense about Penny when you think about it. Of course, Dean wouldn't know what romance was if it bit him on the ass. He has absolutely no experience with romance. The only woman he's ever brought flowers, was his dead mother, every year on the day she died.

He grins, chuckles a little and if it weren't Dean, well that'd be damn near a blush. "Sweetheart, the answer to that question is never going to be anything except 'You can kiss me anytime you want'".

Dean can't be as bad as the romance thing as Captain Hammer. His idea of a romantic night involves him talking about himself, him describing his previous sexual conquests, him showing off his Ham-Jet (yeah, really), and, the icing on the not-so-romantic cake, him demonstrating the various mood-lighting options in his bedroom. Dean's practically Casanova by comparison.

Penny takes this as an invitation to stand ever-so-slightly (Dean is tall) and kiss him. It's not an earth-shattering kiss or mind-blowingly passionate, but it's sincere.

Yeah he's not going to let her get away with that. If she's going to kiss him, he's going to make sure it's a good one. He cups her cheek with one hand then slides it back into her hair, pulling her a little deeper into the kiss. It's still very PG-13 and not aggressive. He doesn't want to scare her but he wants her to enjoy the hell out of it.

Well, sir, if that's how you like it! In response, Penny's hands find their way to Dean's shoulders, encouraging him to stay close, move closer, as she tilts her head ever so slightly to rest against his palm.

Hey, if that's what the lady wants, that's exactly what she'll get. His free hand goes to the small of her back, pulling her flush against his body. He nibbles slightly at her bottom lip before pulling her deeper into a kiss that's a lot less gentle than it was a few seconds ago.

She responds eagerly, all but melting into Dean--

--before breaking away with a quiet, awed wow, flushed and a bit shaken.

"You're... wow, um," she says eloquently, hands still on Dean, "you're pretty intense."

Dean chuckles a bit and shrugs a little as he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Wanted to make sure you got your money's worth."

"You're the one who bought drinks. Shouldn't you be worrying about getting your money's worth?"

Penny's starting to rethink her policy on flings.

Dean just laughs out that. He slides his hand from the small of her back to her hip.

"Trust me, Sweetheart, you meet a guy who thinks like that, you run the other friggin' way."

He has one night stands but he's not a complete jackass when it comes to women. And hey, if she wants to really reconsider it, he'll be happy to assist.

"I'll keep that in mind," she replies, eyes briefly moving from Dean's eyes to his lips as she considers another kiss.

Caution wins out and Penny takes his hand. "You're a good guy. Thanks for the drinks."

Dean gives her a bit of a crooked grin and in a rare moment of incredibly sweet, raises her hand to kiss her knuckles.

"You're welcome, Sweetheart. You good to get home by yourself or are you sticking around for a while?"

If Penny wasn't already fairly certain she's a little in love with Dean, that would have done it. She gives his hand a quick squeeze.

"I'm good to go. It's past my bedtime, anyway."

Dean chuckles a bit and winks at her as he lifts his beer to her. He likes Penny. She's sweet, she's kind and she's way too good for him. He knows it too.

"Sweet dreams, Darlin'."

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