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minim_calibre, who was prompted by cofax:
Describe yourself as a Mary Sue (an idealized to the point of *barf* version of you) for the world of Supernatural in approximately 100 words. Then tag your friends!
Dean knew he'd like this place as soon as they walked in. Dive-y atmosphere, Metallica playing on the juke, and a pool table.
The bartender, though, she was the cherry on the sundae. Short fire-engine red hair, big smile, smokin' curves, toned arms, blue eyes, and a twinkle in those eyes that promised fun. Her work outfit was a black wifebeater, ripped jeans, serious silver jewelry, and motorcycle boots, with a kick-ass tattoo over what looked like half her back peeking out from under the tank top.
Dean stepped up and ordered two beers, grinning as she gave him a once-over. Not much beyond standard flirting until she saw Sam pulling out the notebook, and then she said that any friends of Ellen were friends of hers and poured them shots of tequila, throwing the limes at Dean’s head when he requested Purple Nurples and threatening to kick him out for drinking a girly drink. Dean tried to take her home, but she was having none of it.
Now, Dean and Sam make it a point to stop in her bar every time they go through town. Hell, they even ran into Jo there once, chatting with Seattle's version of Bobby. Dean still hasn't made it into her bed, though.
minim_calibre, who was prompted by cofax:Describe yourself as a Mary Sue (an idealized to the point of *barf* version of you) for the world of Supernatural in approximately 100 words. Then tag your friends!
Dean knew he'd like this place as soon as they walked in. Dive-y atmosphere, Metallica playing on the juke, and a pool table.
The bartender, though, she was the cherry on the sundae. Short fire-engine red hair, big smile, smokin' curves, toned arms, blue eyes, and a twinkle in those eyes that promised fun. Her work outfit was a black wifebeater, ripped jeans, serious silver jewelry, and motorcycle boots, with a kick-ass tattoo over what looked like half her back peeking out from under the tank top.
Dean stepped up and ordered two beers, grinning as she gave him a once-over. Not much beyond standard flirting until she saw Sam pulling out the notebook, and then she said that any friends of Ellen were friends of hers and poured them shots of tequila, throwing the limes at Dean’s head when he requested Purple Nurples and threatening to kick him out for drinking a girly drink. Dean tried to take her home, but she was having none of it.
Now, Dean and Sam make it a point to stop in her bar every time they go through town. Hell, they even ran into Jo there once, chatting with Seattle's version of Bobby. Dean still hasn't made it into her bed, though.