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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 25, 2007 4:11:59 GMT -1
Dean eyed him from his seat, clenching his jaw when he released his hands and took the beer again, but before taking a swig, mumbled "What the hell do you know about it?" Taking a few gulps, he then set it back down. "Well? You dont know much, do you? We were 16 and I feel sorry for you if you were all commited at the age of 16 but I wasnt and I'm pretty sure neither was your sister"
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Post by jaredweathers on Mar 25, 2007 4:20:33 GMT -1
Jared shrugged off the idea of him being commited at 16. "I know everything Dean. She told me. You're a brother, you know what its like to be protective. Face it Dean, you screwed up back then and hell, I'm not sure what your doing back here, but maybe you're trying to fix it? And if not, you're just going to make things worse. Not that that'd be a new angle for you." He smiled at him smugly. "Face it Dean. When it comes to any kind of comitment, promise, friendship, you screw it up. Woman or a man. That's, just a Winchester way."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 25, 2007 5:02:13 GMT -1
"Dont say that" Dean snapped, eyes glaring up to Jared again as he clenched his hand around the bottle. "Its not the Winchester way. Its my way. Dont assume just because I'm this way that every Winchester is the same." Standing up, he looked down at Jared when he added, "You dont know my brother. You didnt know my father. Not to the point where you could judge them like you judged me." Walking passed him he returned to the bar again, tossing the empty bottle out.
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Post by Jared Weathers on Apr 7, 2007 0:22:21 GMT -1
The bike was propped up outside the lounge on it's kickstand. There was a little box of tools off to one side with a few already out and an old towel under the bike. Out here, with the bar already empty, made it easier to have some time alone. Hell he didn't even have to think about anything that was bothering him. Just focus on all the nuts and bolts and anything he was trying to change out. Kneeling down in jeans and white tee shirt, he had a cap pulled on backwards. Hands worked at the single metal chain as he set about trying to oil it up.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Apr 7, 2007 0:54:44 GMT -1
Walking outside from the lounge, seeing Jared's back facing the door as he worked on his bike and it brought a grin to her lips. Approaching him, she plucked up the greasy backwards cap. "Hey, sugar" As she knelt down next to him and his bike, elbow resting on one knee as she pushed the cap backwards as well to fit her head, she smiled sweetly. "Working hard huh?"
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Post by Jared Weathers on Apr 7, 2007 1:23:54 GMT -1
He glanced at her briefly, then looked back at the bike. Making eye contact with her wasn't on his list of top things to do right now. Reaching for another part of the chain, he quickly drew back his hand as he pinched it. "Son of a...bitch." He cursed under his breath, inspecting the pinched digit. Leaning over to the side, he plucked up a tool to save his fingers the pain.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Apr 7, 2007 2:01:23 GMT -1
Tilting her head at the reaction, Rocky was a bit confused at the male when she shyly and more embarrassed removed the hat from her head. Watching him get pinched by the metal, she didnt say anything but rather stared at the floor. "Uh..." She started before giving a nervous laugh and looking back up at him. "Just tell me what I did wrong and get it over with."
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Post by Jared Weathers on Apr 7, 2007 2:17:14 GMT -1
Turning around, still grumbling about the pinch, he lay down on his back. The bike was propped up just a tad so that he could tinker around underneath it. Not that there was much you need to get to on it's belly. Glancing at her a moment, he just stated. "You didn't do anything, Peaches." He brought the tool up and continued on working. "I just don't like making an ass of myself in front of," he gave a little grunt as he tightened a stubborn bolt. "pretty girls."
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Post by Raquel Knight on Apr 7, 2007 14:28:00 GMT -1
A bit confused, Rocky shook her head as she glanced over to the bike Jared was tinkering with. "No," With a sigh, she dropped the hat on the floor as she pushed herself up from the ground. "No, you making an ass out of yourself? You do that pretty well all by yourself."
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Post by Jared Weathers on Apr 7, 2007 15:46:38 GMT -1
He was a little stuned when she actually looked like she was going to leave. Ok, this wasn't how he really wanted things to go. "Wait, Roc!" Trying to scramble out from under bike, he clipped himself on a sharp corner, now sprouting a cut on his forehead. "Damnit! Shit!" But he ignored it as he stood, wiping his hands on his pants. Grabbing her wrist, he stopped her. "That was somewhat of an apology. Apparently it didn't come out as well as I thought it would."
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Post by Raquel Knight on Apr 7, 2007 16:27:58 GMT -1
Chuckling in disbelief, Rocky shook her head before looking back at Jared. "I'd rather you not apologize to me and... well, just talk." Catching site of the blood trickling down his head, she sighed. "Damnit... Jared." She started before taking his hand again and starting towards the bar to get something to stop the bleeding.
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Post by Jared Weathers on Apr 7, 2007 19:24:40 GMT -1
Jared just followed her blindly, not really saying anything. They had to talk? That'd be fascinating. Though he wasn't sure why she was so concerned about the wound on his head. It didn't take much concentration at all but just short of her leading him into the bar, the only thing left on his face was the blood. Once she wiped that way, she'd find no sort of puncture wound. "What are we gonna talk about?"
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Post by Sam Winchester on May 7, 2007 22:06:17 GMT -1
Sam stifled a yawn as he entered the bar, wondering if it was even open. Surely it must have since the door was unlocked. Sniffing loudly, he stepped across the floorboards, making his prescence known. If no one served him by the time he reached the bar, he was helping himself.
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