“shit, you’re hot” (drunk Vivian?)
send “shit, you’re hot” for my muse reacting to overhearing yours accidentally saying that out loud!
“Vivian, put the whiskey down and wobble away slowly. You’re drunk enough to start flirting with me.”
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“shit, you’re hot” (drunk Vivian?)
send “shit, you’re hot” for my muse reacting to overhearing yours accidentally saying that out loud!
“Vivian, put the whiskey down and wobble away slowly. You’re drunk enough to start flirting with me.”
Finding Confusion
@notthatjessiejames
First and foremost, Dean was a hunter, then an agent, and then a procurer of odds and needed for the first two. It was a rare occasion where what he needed was beyond his means and reach. This was one of those rare times, and only the second time he’d had to go through SHIELD to get it.
It was a bit of a maze to get to the Finders Keepers Division, unofficial title of course, because the official was a little on the stuffy side. Still, he managed to get there with little fuss and only three wrong turns.
Checking in with the receptionist, he pushed past several wooden crate to the agent he was supposed to be meeting.
“Agent... James? Dean Winchester from Unnaturals, I e-mailed you yesterday about a text I’m after.”