text - un; nightmoves

[venatoris]

[ okay at this point, it's been long enough - they're back, and Cas has been radio silent for weeks, mission or not. It's inevitable, the answers he's gonna get, but he's gotta ask. For reasons. ]

Gonna be a long shot, but has anyone seen Cas? Nerdy little guy in a trench coat? About 5'11", dark hair, awkward as hell?

Pretty sure he's gone again, but this is a big place.

Something not depressing as hell - if anyone needs a solid distraction, Rocky's Barcade is open and here for all your avoidant needs. i dunno come have a beer and drink your problems away.

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[venatoris]

[ Yeah, that's a mood. Dean's used to hustling money for food, credit card fraud, all the good stuff. He's not exactly a paragon of justice here, but angels and demons all seem to think otherwise so here we are.

Dean's bent down behind the bar itself, and when he hears someone sit, he pops up, a wry grin on his face, wiping his hands on a towel. Freakin' water leak. ]

Hey.

[twin_blade]

[ One's thieving skills get pretty good when necessity calls for it. Vax and his sister were on their own pretty young, so that leads to a certain lifestyle, but not one Vax is ashamed of.

Vax's brow lifts when Dean suddenly pops up from behind the bar. An amused half-smile crosses the elf's face. ]

Hey. You spend a lot of time down there?

[ He's joking, of course. ]

[venatoris]

[ haaaaaa, he can't help but smirk, dropping the towel onto the bar and giving an obligatory swipe. ]

More than you'd think. [ heh. ] What's your poison?

[twin_blade]

[ Corny? Yes, he is. But Vax means well. ]

I'll have whatever you're having.

[ Because Dean is the one who needs the drink. ]