old muse poking around

[wearied]

You sure you wanna go down this road again?

Because honestly, lady, I don't think you do. I get you think me going through all this emotional whatever is appealing, but I don't. I'm living it. So cut the crap, I've got better things to do. You can take your hippie "love everything and everyone" tactics somewhere else.

No, I don't need a hug, what the hell?

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[ellen_harvelle]

Doubt it'll do you any good griping at 'em, Dean.

[wearied]

Yeah, well, it's not like I got anything better to do. Sitting with our thumbs up our asses seems to be the general plan.

[ellen_harvelle]

I dunno. Sittin' around ain't killin' me. Gettin' boring, though. Gotta find something to do around here.

You doin' alright?

[wearied]

Peachy, Ellen. It's all sunshine and roses around here.

[ellen_harvelle]

Same old, same old then. I'm beginnin' to understand the adage 'it ain't dead until it's been salted and burned'.

[wearied]

Words of wisdom.

Starting to get jealous of those salt and burned, actually. [ a beat ] Or I would be, if I wasn't sure you'd kick my ass for saying so.

[ellen_harvelle]

Damn right I would, boy. You got no call to be talkin' like that. What the hell's wrong with you?

[notjustinthemirror]

[Just. Laughing.

Well you got a demon to laugh, that's something right?]

[wearied]

[ WOW HOW RUDE - no, it's hilarious, but Dean's not amused at all. He'll just stare at you like he wants to set you on fire with his brain, Mister Demon, sir. ] Having fun, Chuckles?

[notjustinthemirror]

At your expense, yes.

You might as well take the hug. It'll probably make your lady upstairs feel better.

[wearied]

I've had enough crazies hug me to last me a lifetime. Thanks, but no thanks.

[notjustinthemirror]

Sounds like a personal problem.

Cheer up, this place isn't all bad.

[Because he has a bottle and two glasses.]

What's your fancy?

[wearied]

That's me, full of personal problems. They flock to me like a bunch of drunks to an AA meeting.

[ Ooh. Booze. ] Scotch. Double.

[notjustinthemirror]

[Shudder]

Those meetings are an abomination.

[One double scotch coming right up! It's not even poisoned or unholy or anything. In fact it's just really high quality free alcohol. Honestly this guy should be revered as a saint.]

[lostgrace]

I didn't think you would object to a hug from a female, Dean.

[wearied]

Trust me, with this one I'm pretty sure it's something you wanna avoid. It's like Becky but worse. Somehow. [ Whatever, Dean, you ass. ]

... Haven't seen you for a while.

[lostgrace]

[That earns a "seriously, Dean, SERIOUSLY?" look.]

Likewise. I would ask how you've been, but... [His diatribe said a lot.]

[afraidofmymother]

She's not going to listen.

And knowing you? A hug couldn't hurt, Dean.

[diana_abel]

You so totally need a hug, Dean.

[moosen]

Yeah... good luck with that.

[detonator]

Sure you don't want that hug?

[betterthisway]

Perhaps flowers to pacify you, then? Flowers are very peaceful...