I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men.

[dashboardlite]

Who: Philip, Dean Winchester, and all the Wonderland residents ever
Where: Fifth floor, Room five
When: RIGHT. NOW.
Rating: PG for suggestive themes and the consumption of alcoholic beverages in the presence of minors.
Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. "Desperate measures" meaning ...
The Story:



It is an auspicious night. Your transmitter crackles excitedly, bearing good tidings in the form of Dean Winchester standing proudly in front of a door, Philip LaFresque at his side, expression rather put-upon. Your resident hunter beams.

"Evenin', ladies and gents!"

"Do we have t--"

"Shaddup, Phil. Come one, come al-"

"We've constructed a bar in room five on the fifth floor," Philip interrupts, stepping forward to save the day. "We all know that getting alcohol has never exactly been a problem here, but you also know that everything tastes better when you--"

"Apple-bobbing! Pie-eating contests! Classic rock! Wet t-shirt competition!"

”There is no wet t-shirt competition!”

The feed cuts short in a haze of white noise, but the offer still stands.


[[ ooc note; Both Dean and Philip will be available for separate threads, so you can interact with your friendly and charming bartenders. Please feel free to use the free space below to interact with anyone else in Wonderland's new roadhouse pub gin joint speakeasy whatever! :D You are not obligated to talk to either of the classy fellows behind the counter. ]]

Comments

[akapeanut]

Not really.

[itsahotone]

...Okay then.

[Wow, what a wonderful conversation this is.]

What're you drinking?

[akapeanut]

[It would be better if Santana owned up to what's bothering her.]

Tequila. You?

[itsahotone]

Some weird cider thing. I dunno, Dean just...gave it to me.

[akapeanut]

That's how date rape happens, Santana.

[itsahotone]

[Stare.]

He's the bartender.

[akapeanut]

[Smirk. Elbow.]

Kidding.

[itsahotone]

[Hrmph.]

Good. Anyway, you'd make sure that wouldn't happen to me.

[OR ELSE. Ahem.]

[akapeanut]

Of course.

[She wonders if this is a time for a half-hug. Hmmm.

Just gonna...try that...

Squeeze.]

[itsahotone]

[And this would be the perfect time to use that future hug with Rachel icon! Alas, it is not to be.]

Uh. There, there.

[Awkward pat.]

[akapeanut]

I...was actually trying to apologize for saying something stupid.

[...]

I'm bad at being drunk.

[itsahotone]

[Snerk.]

Don't worry about it. I'm not even drunk.

[akapeanut]

Good. But don't take advantage of me.

[Smirk.]

[itsahotone]

I would never.

[Other than that other time.]

[akapeanut]

[Snort.]

You a bad liar, mamasita.

[itsahotone]

[Wow, she was taking a sip then, too.]

Did you actually just call me that?

[akapeanut]

...Racist?

[itsahotone]

Kinda, but mostly it's just really lame.

[akapeanut]

Noted. Won't do it again.

[itsahotone]

Good.

[Now she falls silent, because of reasons.

Yes, reasons.]

[akapeanut]

A lot of your friends have been showing up lately. Must be kinda nice.

[itsahotone]

...I wouldn't really call Finn a friend.

[akapeanut]

Classmate. Whatever.

[itsahotone]

Classmate works. He's a giant.

[Not that that is relevant to anything.]

[akapeanut]

I noticed.

[Pause.]

Is that reason enough for you to not like him?