14: [Action] Night Moves
Dec. 30th, 2010 02:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dashboardlite[ooc; Double-date is for Dean, Castiel, Santana, and...the mystery date.]
"She was a black-haired beauty with big, dark eyes," Dean mumbles somewhat in-key, flicking his BIC lighter open and touching the flame to the candles settled on the table. He's done his best, really - someone as unromantic as Dean Winchester trying to plan anything remotely sexy (And not in the raw, natural way) is almost destined to fail in a spectacular fashion, but at least he tried. He's commandeered one of the unused studies on the first floor, yanking a table into the middle and arranging four chairs around it. There's plenty of food - the kitchen provided well: some fancy salad for whoever his date would be, something Italian (with breadsticks) for Santana, a burger for Cas, a steak for himself.
God, he's starving.
"...out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy," Dean chuckles, tucking his lighter away, "Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy...workin' on our night moves." He hums through the chorus, poking a plate on the table to one side to make it just right. He adjusts his tie with a little grimace. Dean doesn't look bad; in fact, he looks really good*, but it's only because the closet wouldn't give him anything else. Dean had asked it for something 'nicer', and after four times asking the same question he decided to take the goddamn striped shirt and tie and wear it.
Cas is supposed to show up soon. Before the dates arrive. Dean checks his watch and makes a face. "...c'mon, Cas. It's show time." Shuffling over to the chaise lounge in front of the fireplace, he throws himself on fine, silk fabric with a little sigh.
With any luck, he might get some action tonight.
Finally.
*Exhibit A:
"She was a black-haired beauty with big, dark eyes," Dean mumbles somewhat in-key, flicking his BIC lighter open and touching the flame to the candles settled on the table. He's done his best, really - someone as unromantic as Dean Winchester trying to plan anything remotely sexy (And not in the raw, natural way) is almost destined to fail in a spectacular fashion, but at least he tried. He's commandeered one of the unused studies on the first floor, yanking a table into the middle and arranging four chairs around it. There's plenty of food - the kitchen provided well: some fancy salad for whoever his date would be, something Italian (with breadsticks) for Santana, a burger for Cas, a steak for himself.
God, he's starving.
"...out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy," Dean chuckles, tucking his lighter away, "Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy...workin' on our night moves." He hums through the chorus, poking a plate on the table to one side to make it just right. He adjusts his tie with a little grimace. Dean doesn't look bad; in fact, he looks really good*, but it's only because the closet wouldn't give him anything else. Dean had asked it for something 'nicer', and after four times asking the same question he decided to take the goddamn striped shirt and tie and wear it.
Cas is supposed to show up soon. Before the dates arrive. Dean checks his watch and makes a face. "...c'mon, Cas. It's show time." Shuffling over to the chaise lounge in front of the fireplace, he throws himself on fine, silk fabric with a little sigh.
With any luck, he might get some action tonight.
Finally.
*Exhibit A:
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CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2010-12-31 06:08 am (UTC)She shakes his hand, then doesn't actually let go as she walks to the table. Come along, Cas.
"You gonna pull out my chair for me or am I doing all the work tonight?" She's already enjoying herself.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2010-12-31 06:24 am (UTC)He really has no idea what he's doing, but pulls Santana's chair back from the table, waits for her to sit down, and then goes to his own chair and sits. The first thing he does once seated is grab the glass of water in front of his plate and drink deeply, clearing his throat afterward. Then he places his hands in his lap, and waits. She seems to have a better idea of how this should go than he does.
He is calm, collected. Above panicking over small matters like these. He doesn't have to force himself not to fidget. He doesn't.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2010-12-31 06:37 am (UTC)"I hear you're an angel," she says, bluntly.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2010-12-31 06:50 am (UTC)He casts his gaze around, trying to find a place to look that isn't bared skin. It feels improper to do so, even though she doesn't seem to mind. He settles for focusing on her face: very pretty, he can admit, with pleasant, keen features that regard him with... skepticism, he thinks he reads correctly? That's the usual, anyway, in his experience.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2010-12-31 07:03 am (UTC)In fact, she knows so, thanks to Dean, but she's here for a purpose, after all.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2010-12-31 07:06 am (UTC)CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2010-12-31 07:13 am (UTC)"That's cute," she says, smirking. "I meant sex, though."
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2010-12-31 07:26 am (UTC)Why would I wish for a job to get me sex?"
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2010-12-31 07:36 am (UTC)"Because people like sex," she says helpfully. "And if a guy's job is cool enough, people will want to do it with you."
She doesn't actually have that much experience in that specific instance, but whatever. She knows enough about this crap.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2010-12-31 08:14 am (UTC)He mentally flails for more of a reply. "So," he reaches for one of the fries accompanying his burger; there's a silver fork shining on the table next to his plate, but he bypasses it and uses his fingers, because that's the only way he's ever observed fries being eaten. "What sort of jobs are 'cool'?"
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2010-12-31 08:31 am (UTC)"Anything that gets you a lot of money," she says once she's swallowed. "But money's pretty pointless here. You're pretty cute, you know that?"
She says it like it's a perfectly natural progression of conversation.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2010-12-31 08:51 am (UTC)A second passes, then Cas looks up and blinks. "Cute?"
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2010-12-31 09:03 am (UTC)Breadsticks are delicious.
Re: CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-01 06:18 am (UTC)CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-01 06:43 am (UTC)Re: CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-01 06:58 am (UTC)Santana's progression reminds Cas that oh yeah, there's food. He goes to work on more of his fries, and then his burger. It's excellent, at least as far as his admittedly-small field of experience can compare. It's possible he perhaps makes a small rather-human sound of appreciation as he chews and swallows.
Eating also gives him a moment to reflect on Santana's comment about his appearance. It's made him realize he doesn't actually have a very good idea of what he looks like, physically. It's been a while in human terms since he first assumed Jimmy Novak's body, and he didn't bother to examine his outward appearance much beforehand, being more invested in the man's soul and commitment. And since then, Cas has not been much (read: at all) in the habit of looking at himself in mirrors.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-01 07:26 am (UTC)Okay, enough silence. She'll just casually run the side of her foot slightly up Cas's leg to see what happens.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-01 07:37 am (UTC)Castiel doesn't quite shoot up out of his chair, but it's a near thing. His eyes widen comically and he chokes on the bite he's just taken, coughing. He pulls his leg back (hopefully) out of Santana's reach.
When he regains his breath, his initial look of terror is back, and he demands, "What was that?"
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-01 08:03 am (UTC)"That was what we on Earth call flirting." More or less.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-01 05:15 pm (UTC)Not that Dean makes much more sense most of the time. But somehow Cas minds less, with him.
Suddenly it occurs to him: footsie. Perhaps that was footsie. "Was that footsie?" he asks. "Dean mentioned it earlier, before you arrived."
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-01 08:13 pm (UTC)"Sure. It was...footsie." It's also a ridiculously lame word and she can't believe she's actually saying it. But Cas's weird innocence is really funny so it kind of makes up for it.
Time to kick things up.
"What else did he mention?" she asks, shooting for innocence of her own, now. Like she's just curious.
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Date: 2011-01-01 10:51 pm (UTC)"He also mentioned the 'mattress mambo'," he answers gravely.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-01 11:15 pm (UTC)Then she's thankful she hadn't been eating when he said that, because she's laughing and can't stop.
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-02 05:09 am (UTC)"Dean also remarked that my apparent habit of staring at him makes him 'tingly'.
Please stop laughing."
CASANTANA TIME UP IN HEA~
Date: 2011-01-02 05:18 am (UTC)"Did he," she says, and it's not a question. "How sweet of him." She's snickering again, shooting Dean a look, then takes a sip of her drink.
"So the whole 'mattress mambo' thing. Was he talking about you two doing it?" Because with the whole 'tingly' thing, it kinda sounds that way.
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