Hey! You guys need to stop trying to kill my friends.

[onteamdyson]

Who: Dean Winchester and Kenzi
What: GETTIN' DRUNK! And re-bonding.
When: Day 55, evening
Where: The bar
Warnings: Strong language and alcohol consumption. Probably also stupidity.


"I've got a theory, dude, just hear me out. What if the science guys are secretly keeping this bar barely stocked at all times because we're more hilarious when get get shitfaced? Or... what if they drugged all the booze or we're drinking nanobots or something?" Kenzi turns away from Dean and stares at the shot glass in front of her suspiciously before shrugging it and tossing it back in one fluid motion. She winces as it goes down That shit burns!

It's kind of a miracle that there's any booze left in this bar, even if it's just the cheap shit. Anything will do right now and she's thankful for it despite the headache she knows she'll have in the morning. Alcohol is fucking soothing. Alcohol means not having to think about all the shitty things going on because you're too busy trying to walk without falling on your face and see straight without the room spinning like a damn record. It means she doesn't have to dwell on the fact that both Kobra and Party are currently MIA and the guy sitting next to her has no idea who she is beyond 'crazy chick that jumped me for no reason and somehow knows my name.'

"Nanobots are only cool if they're in someone else or you get super powers or something."

Comments

[venatical]

Dean's not complaining about the alcohol. With his brother back home dealing with the trials all on his own -- and Dean so doesn't think Sam would've called anyone to help him because he's fucking stupid for a genius -- Dean needs the alcohol. It's not that the thought is so debilitating that he can't get through a day without it, but it's one of those things that sneaks up on him, and he could be in the middle of doing something when he remembers how long it's been since he saw his brother and how there's a snowball's chance he'll see him anytime soon.

So drinking is good. Kenzi's good too maybe he thinks? She hasn't acted like he's a fuck up yet, so that's something. It was just wearing on him after a while, all the people who were happy or sad or disappointed he was back and didn't remember, and he had no control over any of it, no clue how it happened or why or how to fix it, and so apparently it was just... his fault.

He eyes her down the shot and purses his lips, nodding, impressed, and then he takes a drink of his whiskey.

"Not cool in any of those scenarios because they'll probably come back to bite you in the ass. Turn you into a robot or something."

He holds up his bottle and squints at it, like he's trying to check for nanobots and he isn't. Only a little bit.

"Gotta keep us pacified somehow, right? Keep 'em happy, keep 'em drunk." He holds the bottle up to the camera. "Cheers, you white coat bastards."