Where’d Sasha, Dean(s) and Lucifer go?
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Where’d Sasha, Dean(s) and Lucifer go?
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Sasha tilted her head in confusion. “I thought you birthday was next Thursday? Just kidding,” she joked, pulling out a big box of condoms and an ice cream cone. “I figured the box would be helpful since you like to…” she paused. “Celebrate.”
Ella smirked, accepting the box of condoms and the ice cream cone. “ -- Thanks, dude; s’even my favorite flavor. And, uh, I’ll keep ‘em at my bedside for the next time I’m celebrating. Speakin’ of which, you celebrated yet?”
◘ (why not?)
The Doctor woke up and was cuddled up with a stranger. He wasn’t sure where he was, or when he fell asleep. The last thing he remembered was piloting the TARDIS and then getting hit on the back of his head.
“Hello?” the Doctor asked, very confused as the stranger woke up.
“What did you just call me?”
“Bitch,” he repeated matter of fact-ly, giving her a look as if asking what she was going to do about it.
“What did you just call me?”
“Uh...” Trev scratched his head and looked down at his boots a second. “I um...cutie?” he repeated uncertainly.
“What did you just call me?”
“Called you a weakling. Not your fault though, this planet’s crawling with them,” he stated with a note of disgust.
“So what do I do?” Alex asked the goddess within the bowling alley.
“Tough crowd,” Skyler said looking across the packed room. “Need a hand?”