23: [Action/Video] Pirates

[dashboardlite]

Who'll make his mark
The captain cried
To the devil drink a toast
We'll glut the hold
With cups of gold
And we'll feed the sea with ghosts
I see your hunger for a fortune
Could be better
Served beneath my flag
If you've the stomach
For a broadside
Come aboard my pretty boys
I will take you and make you
Everything you've ever dreamed.

Obscenely loud music is blaring from one of the first floor parlors, and it possesses a remarkable nautical quality that borders on the fucking epic.  You might be wondering the reason for these festive tunes, curious resident.  If you happen to be peering through your communicator or walking down the hall, venturing into the nearest open door, your vision is assaulted by a swath of colorful fabrics draped over the furniture, from the ceilings, along the walls.  The alluring glitter of gold winks up at you from piles on the floor, and a bust of someone who looks suspiciously like Edward Teach is bedecked in jewelry and scarves.

The captain rose from a silk divan
With a pistol in his fist
And shot the lock from an iron box
And a blood red ruby kissed
I give you jewelry of turquoise
A crucifix of solid gold
One hundred thousand silver pieces
It is just as I foretold
You, you see there before you
Everything you've ever dreamed.

You might even see Dean Winchester, sporting an eyepatch and a large, plumed hat, lounging on a silk divan.  His jeans are tucked into heavy leather boots and he's wielding a flintlock pistol, cleaning the barrel with a chamois rag.  Pausing for one moment, he sets the gun aside and reaches over to pick up one of the gold doubloons scattered across the floor.  He then peels away the leafing and pops the chocolate money into his mouth, enjoying it with obvious relish.  Turning the music down as soon as it breaks to an instrumental interlude, Dean crosses his legs on the divan, getting comfortable.

He pulls out a hip flask, taking a swig and saluting the camera with his left hand - observant residents might notice that he appears to have only four fingers now.  Then he spreads his arms to welcome the adoring audience.

"All aboard, bitches."

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[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

They have a rule that says I get to gut anyone who mentions pirates around me. Does that count?

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Not if I'm a pirate, too.

[Taking off the ridiculous awesome hat, he lifts up the eyepatch to reveal a bandage over his right eye, gauzy and taped into place. Dean re-adjusts his patch and folds his hands on his stomach, giving Elle a pointed look.]

So what was that about gutting, sister?

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[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

[ Dean Winchester has a knack for achieving miracle over miracle, his actions so dashing and bold that he not only stops the future Apocalypse but also gets Elle Driver to shut up.

For a moment. ]

Matching look? For me? You shouldn't have.

[ The music may cover it up, but those words attempted to be said in a lighter tone were stuck quite firmly in Elle's throat and proved surprisingly difficult to get out. ]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean takes pride in his ability to stun women speechless, so he'll count this as a minor victory.]

Aw, you know me. Most considerate guy on the block.

[He grins again, taking all of this in surprisingly good humor. Reaching for his flask again, he offers it to her.]

Grog?

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[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

[ What compassion is to the entirety of Elle's personality is approximately what a corn of sand is to the size of the Earth.

Congratulations, Mister Winchester. You just had a glance at that grain. Its next appearance is expected in roughly 347 years. Until then, let us never speak of it again.

Elle shoots him a look that says might as well and plops down next to him on the divan, taking a big swig from the flask. ]

...So am I gonna have to stand that music until somebody offs you and your eye grows back?

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

It's this or The Eagles.

[Dean smirks. He's not in the mood for anything else except maybe some Doobie Brothers, but nothing really suits his pirate theme. He could opt for the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack, but after a while it all sounds the same to him.]

Y'know, pretty sure this is the first time we've met in person. Who knew stabbing could bring people together?

[He takes a swig from the flask himself, settling his feet on the coffee table in front of him.]

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[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

Think more like your obsession with music.

[ She doesn't mind. Not blasphemy-in-the-library-mind, though she doesn't see the appeal. All it does is distract, distract and blast over the sound of footsteps as somebody sneaking up to you, blade in hand...

But enough of that. ]

...Stabbing?

[ Elle was curious about the eye incident, but that topic is one area in which her disregard for other people's privacy doesn't apply. Though if Dean actually offers the information willingly... ]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Ah, but there are worse things to be obsessed with, milady.]

Yep.

[He peels the gold leaf off of another piece of chocolate candy, popping it into his mouth and chewing it thoughtfully.]

Someone didn't think my eyes were pretty enough.

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[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

Now that's just plain impolite.

[ She motions for Dean to pass her the flask again. ]

Taught them some manners?

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He hands her the flask, knocking the hat off his head and onto the floor next to the divan.]

If they'd stayed conscious long enough, I would've. You pay 'em back in kind, too?

[Dean nods at Elle's eye patch, his voice taking the remarkable 'you don't hafta tell me if you don't wanna' tone.]

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[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

...Interesting way of putting it.

[ She doesn't believe in 'teaching some manners' meaning anything but murder which makes Dean's response strange, unless metaphorical. Interestingly metaphorical. ]

Paid him back alright. Wasn't too kind about it.

[ The story stays with Elle, but the very rough summary is acceptable. ]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[You know Dean. The Master of Metaphors. He would have majored in English if he'd ever gone to college.]

So what's your universe like, anyway? Is it crap, or pretty good compared to- [Dean gesture-flails around them.] -All this?

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[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

Crap just about sums it up. Same song, different verse.

Little short on demons though.

[ Unless you count the personal kind. ]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Same song, different verse.

He feels like he's told someone else the exact same thing before.]

Demons ain't all they're cracked up to be. After a while they just get on your damn nerves.

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[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

Doesn't everyone?

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean snorts. He's not disagreeing, but he's not agreeing, either.]

Well aren't you pessimistic?

[He takes another swig from his flask.]

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[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

Never been proven wrong.

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Point taken, I like my alone-time as much as the next guy.

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[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

Never said anything about alone-time.

[ Really now, who would she bitch at if nobody was around? ]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean's sentiments exactly.]

Whaddayou do for a living, again?

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[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

Didn't say.

[ Not planning to say it either. ]

Long as I'm here? Just vacationing.

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[SNORT.]

Yeah? Some vacation. Coulda gone for some time in Hawaii, but the beach here is gonna hafta do.

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[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

[ Protip: ] Palm Beach in Aruba. Perfect.

[ She motions for him to pass that flask again. ]

Guess we can't complain about the hotel tariff though.

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[It takes Dean a second to remember what the crap a tariff is before he nods in agreement.]

Things could be a helluva lot worse, though.

[Ahahahahaha literally.]

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[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

Always could be.

Usually will if you give them enough time.