#eighertrek

[pepperandice]

Facing the Fiance

Gabriel: *slowly creaks the door open and heads toward the stairs* 10:17 PM

Sam: *runs into Gabe in the hallway* Gabe? Why are you sneaking around?? 10:18 PM

Bobby: -soon- 10:18 PM

Gabriel: *puts his index finger over his own lips* Shh! Something happened between Crow and I last night and I'm trying to avoid Bobby. 10:19 PM

Sam: What happened that you would need to avoid Bobby? 10:19 PM

Gabriel: Crow and I got into a brawl. One thing let to another, then I kind of kicked him into the living room wall. 10:20 PM

Sam: What?! 10:21 PM

Sam: Gabriel what the hell is wrong with you? 10:21 PM

Gabriel: HE FUCKING PISSED ME OFF! 10:21 PM

Gabriel: I don't know what happened! I just sort of lost it. 10:22 PM

Sam: Obviously! 10:22 PM

Gabriel: Not arguing with you there! 10:23 PM

Sam: *takes Gabes face in his hands* What pissed you off so bad love? 10:23 PM

Gabriel: You know how we were talking about my potential death last night, right before you fell asleep? 10:24 PM

Sam: Vaguely... 10:24 PM

Sam: So what happened Gabe. 10:25 PM

Gabriel: Crow brought up the fact that I couldn't go up against Luci and that I chickened out of that fight. 10:26 PM

Sam: *Yells so loud it alerts Bobby* HE SAID WHAT!? 10:27 PM

Gabriel: Sam! *does the Shh gesture* 10:28 PM

Sam: No. Fuck that Gabriel. He had no FUCKING right! 10:28 PM

Gabriel: Fuck. *grabs the sides of his own head* 10:28 PM

Sam: *looks concerned* Are you okay? 10:29 PM

Gabriel: Crowley was drunk. I knew he didn't actually mean it, but it just pissed me off. 10:29 PM

Sam: So why are you sneaking around? 10:30 PM

Sam: Because you haven't really explained yet 10:30 PM

Gabriel: To avoid Bobby. I knew that once he was gonna come home, Crow was gonna spill the beans. 10:31 PM

Gabriel: *pulls out a Hex bag from his jacket pocket* 10:31 PM

Gabriel: I don't know. I just didn't want to be found today. 10:31 PM

Sam: Maybe you should get this out in the open now? Bobby can hold a grudge. 10:32 PM

Gabriel: *rolls his eyes* Fine. Let's get this over with. 10:32 PM

Gabriel: *offers his hand to Sam* Go with me? 10:33 PM

Sam: *holds Gabe's hand* Always. 10:33 PM

Gabriel: *nods and walks over to Bobby's and Crowley's bedroom door* *sighs really loud, then knocks on the door three times* 10:34 PM

Sam: *kisses Gabes temple* 10:35 PM

Gabriel: *opens the door and walks in* *looks down at the floor, then finally lines up with Bobby* 

Bobby: Gabriel. -puts book down and scowls- I've been meanin' to talk to you. 10:37 PM

Gabriel: I know. *looks up and glares* Let's just get this over with. 10:38 PM

Sam: *stands slightly in front of Gabe* 10:38 PM

Bobby: -rolls his eyes at Sam, crosses his arms- You gonna tell me why you did it? Crowley couldn't exactly remember seein' as he had some physical trauma. 10:40 PM

Sam: As far as I can tell it was warranted Bobby. 10:42 PM

Bobby: I asked him, stay out of this Sam. 10:43 PM

Gabriel: *turns to Sam and faintly smiles* I got this. Don't worry. 10:43 PM

Sam: *frowns and says nothing* 10:44 PM

Gabriel: When Sam started to drift off, I heard someone out in the hall. I went out to look and bam. There was Crowley, on the floor, with a blanket wrapped around him. I helped him get up and moved him over to the living room. Once I picked him up, I noticed that he was completely shitfaced and smelled like cheap liquor. I tried to tell him that he was drunk and that he could just cure the drunkness away. But he didn't believe me that he was drunk. 10:44 PM

Bobby: There had better be more to that story. 10:44 PM

Gabriel: There is. I'm not done. 10:44 PM

Gabriel: I told him don't make me kick your ass to make a point. Then, that was when he mentioned how I was nothing but a chicken that couldn't stand up against his own brother. I lost it and punched him in the jaw. Then he made another quip about how weak I was, then I punched him again. Then he gave me one more his quips, and I launched him into the freaking wall. *adjusts his jaw* 10:47 PM

Gabriel: Crowley disappeared right after, then I disappeared after that. 10:48 PM

Bobby: If you were tryin' to make me feel bad for you, it didn't work. That's still a shitty reason to beat up someone, especially someone you know is an asshole even when he's not drunk. -no offence crowls oops- 

Gabriel: I know. I wasn't making you feel bad for me. It's just that how the hell does a demon get that drunk? 10:51 PM

Gabriel: I mean, seriously? Not trying to switch subjects or whatever. 10:51 PM

Bobby: I don't know but you kicking his ass when he was like that's a real dick move, especially since you shoulda realised something was wrong. Some friend you are. 

Gabriel: Do you know what that's like? Having someone mention a possible future where you could have died? And it was supposed to happen, but I rewrote it at the last fucking minute. Yeah, something is wrong with Crowley but I couldn't take it anymore. 10:58 PM

Gabriel: My bad. I was going to clean him up after, but he ran off. 10:58 PM

Sam: Wait, that was supposed to happen? 10:59 PM

Sam: Gabe, you were supposed to die? 10:59 PM

Gabriel: *looks over at Sam and slowly nods* 11:00 PM

Sam: *looks sick and leaves the room* 11:00 PM

Bobby: Well, that was enlightening. Doesn't make me any less pissed at you though. 11:01 PM

Gabriel: What ever. Do what you want to do with it. I told you my story. So, go ahead and put me in a ring of holy fire if it'll make you feel better. 11:02 PM

Gabriel: *starts to head toward the door* 11:02 PM

Bobby: Tempting. You pull some crap like that again and I'll figure out something better. 

Gabriel: What? Holy Molotov? *scoffs* Cas already did that. 11:05 PM

Bobby: -eyeroll- Just get the hell out of my room. 11:06 PM

[pepperandice]

SuckerPunch AU

Title: The Beginning Author: JustKirstenB Rating: Teen Summary: Paint me like on of your french girls Explaination: So this came from a Titanic reference and a discussion of what we'd be in a comic book. To be honest I kind of love it. This is UNEDITED!

Toenail was many things but subtle was not one of them. I think that is what most of the “customers” liked about her. She was blunt in all ways, so from the initial meet up, to the appointment to the payment at the end it was all done deliberately. Must be some kind of kink.

I suppose I should elaborate on all of this. The year is 1950, my name is Shock and I work in a french house of “professional” women. I was recruited into the line of business after I was kicked out of my house. Toenail was the one who brought me in, saying it was safer than the streets. In a lot of ways she was right. The clientele is much the same as you'd find out there but in here there are other girls and three knives hidden under every mattress.

I got the name Shock much as every girl in here gets their name; the first customer. Toenail had a dude with a foot fetish. He asked to paint her toenails and she let him, even making him re-do it when he smudged her big toe. He comes in every week now. Sonny's first reacted rather sarcastically to her less than stellar attitude. Sunshine eventually morphed into Sonny and stayed there. He too is a regular. I think he likes that she is just as likely to tell him to fuck off as she is to invite him in. Another kink.

As for my first customer? I somehow managed to get some static electricity going during our session and the resulting shock to his...less than generous nether regions was enough to send him through the roof.

“TOENAIL FOR FUCK SAKE STOP YOUR YELLIN'!”

Ah, Sonny. As eloquent as always. She makes her way downstairs as always, with an air of Don't Give A Flying Fuck and dragging on a cigarette in typical french woman. She lives off of Lucky Strikes and endless bottles of whisky brought to her by her Namer. Sometimes they don't even have sex, they just drink and yell at each other. Those are her best days.

Toenail ignores Sonny and goes back to her sketch book. She likes charcoal, the evidence of her drawings all over the house. Portraits of customers, the other girls, random inanimate objects. There are smudges on nearly every surface and her fingers seem to be permanently stained and smudged. Yet another kink of her customers. They like when she leaves marks.

I make my way over and lean against the front counter next to Toenail. I'm not stupid enough to look at the drawing.

“What's the subject today?”

“Newest customer. Another foot guy but this one likes it when I wear shoes. I don't even touch him. He just wants me to crush his balls with my black stilettos.”

I just nod. “Sexy.” After a while, things stop surprising you around here.

-End Part 1-

*NOTE: To Cas and Gabe, if you want in on this (and I want you in it BTW) I need you to give me a name.