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22: [Video/Action] Centerfold
Mar. 29th, 2011 01:45 am[[ooc; Just a wee bit after this.]]
It's a good day.
It's still morning. The rave is over, the candy-high is gone. He doesn't have to worry about having pawned off anything valuable just to get a fix. Sammy's MIA, but Castiel came back from wherever he went. Probably escaping the techno music. Speaking of music - there isn't any playing, but there is someone singing.
It's slightly off-key, barely muted by the sound of running water, and very clearly a tribute to The J. Geils Band. Then the shower shuts off, and every single lyric is discernible for any and all listening in.
"-I was shy, I turned away, before she caught my eye. I was shakin' in my shoes, whenever she flashed those baby-blues! Something had a hold on me when angel passed close by."
He slides out of the bathroom and into view like Tom Cruise in Risky Business, sporting a towel and a shampoo bottle-microphone...
...and then promptly dives back into the refrain, hop-skipping across the floor like a man who just got laid.
Because guess what?
He did.
Never you mind the trench coat draped over the desk chair haphazardly and the clothes all over the floor. Never you mind at all.
It's a good day.
It's still morning. The rave is over, the candy-high is gone. He doesn't have to worry about having pawned off anything valuable just to get a fix. Sammy's MIA, but Castiel came back from wherever he went. Probably escaping the techno music. Speaking of music - there isn't any playing, but there is someone singing.
It's slightly off-key, barely muted by the sound of running water, and very clearly a tribute to The J. Geils Band. Then the shower shuts off, and every single lyric is discernible for any and all listening in.
"-I was shy, I turned away, before she caught my eye. I was shakin' in my shoes, whenever she flashed those baby-blues! Something had a hold on me when angel passed close by."
He slides out of the bathroom and into view like Tom Cruise in Risky Business, sporting a towel and a shampoo bottle-microphone...
...and then promptly dives back into the refrain, hop-skipping across the floor like a man who just got laid.
Because guess what?
He did.
Never you mind the trench coat draped over the desk chair haphazardly and the clothes all over the floor. Never you mind at all.
