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the rusty nail } { my strength is fading, I have to give in
Dean didn't know what he was doing in Smallville.
He shouldn't be in Smallville. He was supposed to be in Indiana, with Lisa and Ben, trying to see if he could handle living the normal, apple pie life, but he wasn't getting there. He wasn't even sure if he really wanted to go. All he knew was that he had made a promise to Sam to get out, and he didn't know if he could do it.
He had only left Lawrence a few hours ago, but he hadn't made it very far before being in serious need of a hard drink. In fact, it was the kind of drinking that he really didn't want to come up from, but after the very butch bartender of the Rusty Nail (worst bar name ever, in his humble opinion) decided that he needed to be cut off for the night, he paid his tab and stumbled his way out, hands fumbling in his pockets for his keys. He wasn't planning on driving -- that car was all he had left, and he wasn't about to destroy it -- but he needed somewhere to sleep, and he wasn't going to make it to a motel. Back seat was comfortable enough -- wasn't like he hadn't done it before.
The cool, fresh night air hit him like a blast to the face and woke him up a bit, making him sway a little less and walk a little straighter. He was surprised that he had even had enough sense not to just buy his own booze and give himself alcohol poisoning, but he had, and right now, he just wanted to sleep it off. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and went to unlock the passenger's side door, one hand rubbing his face slowly as he did.
Tomorrow was going to suck, and not just because of the hangover.
[If you need more ... lemme know?]
He shouldn't be in Smallville. He was supposed to be in Indiana, with Lisa and Ben, trying to see if he could handle living the normal, apple pie life, but he wasn't getting there. He wasn't even sure if he really wanted to go. All he knew was that he had made a promise to Sam to get out, and he didn't know if he could do it.
He had only left Lawrence a few hours ago, but he hadn't made it very far before being in serious need of a hard drink. In fact, it was the kind of drinking that he really didn't want to come up from, but after the very butch bartender of the Rusty Nail (worst bar name ever, in his humble opinion) decided that he needed to be cut off for the night, he paid his tab and stumbled his way out, hands fumbling in his pockets for his keys. He wasn't planning on driving -- that car was all he had left, and he wasn't about to destroy it -- but he needed somewhere to sleep, and he wasn't going to make it to a motel. Back seat was comfortable enough -- wasn't like he hadn't done it before.
The cool, fresh night air hit him like a blast to the face and woke him up a bit, making him sway a little less and walk a little straighter. He was surprised that he had even had enough sense not to just buy his own booze and give himself alcohol poisoning, but he had, and right now, he just wanted to sleep it off. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and went to unlock the passenger's side door, one hand rubbing his face slowly as he did.
Tomorrow was going to suck, and not just because of the hangover.
[If you need more ... lemme know?]
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"I married Lex Luthor."
There, she said it, and that really wasn't the worst of it.
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"You...you're not speaking metaphorically, are you?"
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She shook her head. She really didn't want to know, at least not right now.
"You're not sleeping in your car." And she meant that. He should listen to her.
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"You gonna take me home with you?"
That statement was chock full of flirt. She should humor him.
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She shook her head again. "I still don't know how you do that."
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He could use some more of this.
/lamest reply ever
Once they were both inside the car, she pulled off toward the road.
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Once they got to the inn, he pushed up to follow her inside, patting down his pockets to track down his wallet. "Hopefully they'll have two vacancies."
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He swallowed hard, then nodded before speaking quietly. "Thank you."
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"I should go get that room."
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"Room 201," he said with a smirk. "Parking lot view."
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