5th Hunt [Accidental Video] Welcome to my house, buckle up tight

[dudeimbatman]

[The communicator shows a thoroughly miserable looking Dean. He's got a glass of whiskey in front of him, his elbows on the bar and he's practically pouting. His mutterings can just barely be heard]

Hot women and I know they're hot but...nothing. The sisters over there? They'd let me take them both home and...this sucks

[He throws back half a glass of whiskey, bumps the communicator and it shuts off.]

[The communicator comes up a while later and Dean is no longer miserable or pouting. In fact he's counting his money, a couple of stacks of violet and a few Indigo chips. There's a table behind him scattered with playing cards and several angry looking guys]

You cheated! [One of the angry men are up and moving toward Dean. He's an average size guy, scruffy and had more than his fair share to drink. Dean laughs and takes a step back toward the pool tables.]

No, you can't play. There's a difference.

You expect me to believe you won all that money from all of us fair and square [He makes a round robin gesture to his friends still sitting at the table]

Pretty much. [Dean starts pointing out people at the table] He does a duck face when he's bluffing. He gets a twitch in his jaw when he's got a good hand. He drums his fingers on the table when he's got nothing and you...[Dean spreads his hands wide] Well you can't play for shit.

[Dodging the guy's right hook isn't even a problem. Dean grabs his arm, smacks him hard with a left jab right on the jaw. The guy goes a little loopy and Dean lets go of his arm to let his own right hook smack the guy in the mouth. Average Joe hits the ground and his friends move up from the table like one entity. The idiot's grin on Dean's face is enough to make a couple of guys back down but that leaves the biggest boy still coming at him. Dean grabs a pool cue, breaks it over the guys head but fails to dodge a punch that makes his head swim. Dean's good at moving forward when he's seeing stars so he does just that, tackling the guy and pushing him into the table. It breaks, cards going everywhere, what's left of the money scattering across the floor. Dean grabs a handful of them, drives his elbow into the guy's diaphragm and then begins really wailing on him. The bouncer drags him off and Dean stops fighting. He's relaxed and still has that idiot's grin on his face when he gets literally tossed out into the dirt. He picks up a couple of violet chips that fell out of his pockets, takes his gun out of his pocket and gets to his feet.]

Easy money my ass

[He's grumbling and counting his money when he notices the camera is on and switches it off]

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[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

[Hardison isn't exactly pissed, but he's not happy either. This dude just up and elbowed his way into Hardison's revenue stream (one that he wasn't entirely comfortable doing, but had managed to keep up with a low profile and keeping his earnings small for a month) and consequently blow it right the hell up. Not that Hardison was hurting for money, but that was really not very nice of Dean to do.]

Yo!

[He stalks out of the bar and down the street after Dean, who reminds him of another punch-happy hick he knows (which might be why Hardison's following at all, if he's honest) to tell him what for.]

Thanks a lot, big shot, you realize I'd been milking that place for awhile now?


[ooc: Jake Mistake is a go if you'd like!]

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean turns to look at the guy who's talking to him and his eyes go wide. He's seen this guy before. Right after he stabbed his brother in the back. Dean's eyes narrow and he doesn't say a word. Punching Jake? Something he's been wanting to do for a long time. Even if Sam did kill the guy. Hardison gets it hard, a fist right on the jaw]

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

[Do you kick puppies too, Dean? Huh!? Cold bastard.]

I'm talking to-- [And that's when the punch lands and Hardison flies backward, sprawling on the ground, very undignified and looking completely bewildered. It'll hurt later when he's not in shock.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Ok so the way he can't take a punch? That sorta clues Dean into what the hell...something's off here. And yes sometimes Dean kicks puppies]

Jake, right? Rule number one, you don't fuck with my little brother.

[off or not, Hardison is still getting the lecture]

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

[Hardison's rubbing at his jaw with his left hand and bracing himself to stand with the free one. If he looked confused before, he looks put-out now. He wasn't unused to taking a hit, but not one that hard and that he wasn't expecting. There's a reason he stays in the van.]

Oh yeah! Great, I bet we just all look alike to you!

[This is an easy part for him to play, and one that usually puts people off their guard. He dusts himself off and continues ranting.]

You're just sad, man. My name's not Jake, but thanks for hitting first and asking later. I'mma start a coalition here! The City Coalition Against Dumb White Folk! We gonna advocate the beauty of the Chinese Africans! You ain't heard the last of me. Hong Kong's coming for you!

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Don't you dare pull that racist shit on me [Dean keeps walking toward Hardison, giving him a glare] I saw the guy who killed Sam and his face is friggin' burned in my brain and guess what asshole, you're wearing his face.

And Hong Kong? Bring it on. Little Chinese fuckers. I can take 'em.

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah you're really not racist. You're a damned saint, really. [Hardison's standing up to Dean, but he's for sure he might get his ass knocked down again.] And I ain't Steve Buscemi in Con Air, so try again, Rambo. Name's Hardison. Har-dis-on. And I ain't killed anyone!

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

And here I thought it would be another boring evening lying here in the hospital.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Mercy! Hey.

Glad I could entertain.

How you feeling?

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

I think we'll keep you around.

Did you find the alternator?

I'm, well... yeah, pretty crummy, but improving, I think.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

I was sorta hoping the city would toss me back. No offense.

Yup. Right where you said it was. Put it in yesterday and she's purring like a really big cat.

Hey that's something.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

No, I hear you. I'd give just about anything to go back home myself.

Good, I'm glad. I've been lying here hoping I didn't remember wrong and get your hopes up for othing.

Yeah. I want to be out of here so badly. But if I can't walk more than a few steps without help or take care of myself they're not likely to let me go home to an empty house.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah and it's probably not the best idea. No matter how much you want out of the hospital

[acceptingeyes.livejournal.com]

Interesting way to make money.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Eh it works and it's fun. Better than a nine to five

[acceptingeyes.livejournal.com]

True.

And from the sounds of it, you did win fair and square.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

I've never been very good at slight of hand. I get too cocky and blow it. Reading people though? That's another story. Fair and square.

[acceptingeyes.livejournal.com]

Reading people is part of the game though.

I don't play but as a cop, that's usually what we have to do with suspects.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

And if you can't cut it, you shouldn't bet a month's rent on it.

Yeah I've been on that side of things before.

[bonescientist.livejournal.com]

...Is this what you do with your time when you're not busy hunting wendigos?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Sometimes! This, watch old black and white horror movies, porn or go to strip clubs. I also work on my car but the Impala is in great shape right now, running like a clock.

[bonescientist.livejournal.com]

Well, that still leaves you the horror movies and pornography. And there is at least one strip club in the City, to the best of my knowledge, though I'm not certain whether watching mostly nude males arouses you.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah but a guy has to make money somehow.

[And the pornography isn't doing it for him because of Laszlo's deal]

I'm more of a mostly nude female kind of guy myself.

[bonescientist.livejournal.com]

You could consider actual employment, in here. Surely you have other skills than just hunting mythical creatures?

I figured that might be so.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah. A few. [He does mean that literally. There's very little he can do that doesn't relate to hunting] Most of them aren't really legal. I am a damn good mechanic though. Problem is 9 to 5's are boring.

Guess I'm a stereotype.