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

[oneofthosefaces]

Much obliged.

[ Truly. It's gone in a flash. ]

No, no. It makes all the difference. Company-- that's the ticket there. It's like this place is...afraid of unity or getting people together. You know what I mean?

[ He squints at Philip, fully in the interrogating sense. ]

[sadfreezingbrit]

Another?

[ Philip grins knowingly at a drinking speed he recognises, already reaching for the glass while thinking about the question. ]

I, um, I think so, yeah. It's justified, I mean, people disappear all the time, they sometimes return, they sometimes don't and sometimes they come back different, it's... [ A short laugh. ] ...not exactly difficult to see why people are reluctant.

[oneofthosefaces]

[ The glass is nudged ahead as an unspoken confirmation. ]

I hadn't thought about it like that.

[ Past the slurring, he sounds genuinely stunned. It is an interesting point, but hardly a valid excuse. ]

Philip...it's Philip, right? [ He's not going to wait for a confirmation. ] You've been here a while, haven't you? I'm sure you get attached to people regardless of whether they disappear or not.

[sadfreezingbrit]

Twenty months now, give or take.

[ A nod to emphasise that statement and to confirm his name. ]

...It's almost inevitable after a while.

[ He glances at Dean. But that's not the close relationship that comes to his mind first when talking to Jonathan and that much considered, maybe he should try to change the subject before he's asked about any girlfriend he may or may not have.

Because that sure would be awkward. ]

I meant to ask though...

[ Another drink, here we go. ]

Did you settle in all right?

So, so sorry. ;; and edit for...actual completion!

[oneofthosefaces]

Oh yes, right. Nothing more welcoming than the odd twist and turn in the road. Absolutely smashing.

[ He could prolong this, but he's a manipulator of a whole different breed. If suspense or pacing had much value to him, he would certainly be much more gifted at cards.

Downing most of the glass, he sums up the courage to go in for the kill. ]

Evy seems very fond of you, you know. It's Philip this, Philip that...I just mean to say that you've left quite the impression.

[ There's something of a cocked brow there but...that may just be the second scotch talking. ]