7th Hunt [Accidental Video] I'm back in black

[dudeimbatman]

[The camera flickers on and is angled upwards. Dean is shoved gently out of of an apartment. He's wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else. His pants are pushed at him by a gorgeous brunette who leans in to kiss him on the neck. A redhead emerges just behind her with an eyeliner stick in one hand. She puts one hand on his other shoulder and starts writing across his chest. He's got an idiot's blissful grin on his face]

Play time over?

[Yes it is said in the same tone a six year old who has to go home would use]

Sorry Dean. We've got to go to work and Mr. Bass gets upset when we're late

[That's the brunette but the redhead is agreeing with a pout and a nod of her head. She has signed his chest with her name and number, call me and a little smiley face.]

Trisha gets off at 2 and I'm off at 3. We can try the thing with the handcuffs

Oh sweet baby Jesus I love open minded room mates.

[That earns him some giggling and a door slammed in his face. This is when Dean notices the device is on. He shrugs and directs that idiot's grin toward the camera. He's already heading outside toward the Impala still wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. Modesty is not something Dean struggles with.]

Strippers? Best invention ever

[ooc: The girls are just extras, strippers at Chuck's club. Dean's deal with Laszlo is up today. He celebrated with open minded room mate strippers. Feel free to encounter him pantsless on his way home or video or voice or whatever. Just be warned he's a very happy, cocky boy right now who is making up for a month of no sex drive]

Comments

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

So I'm out of luck, hmm?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[This makes him stare and go speechless a moment; downstairs brain doesn't do speech]

Uhm...you--that could get complicated.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

[She laughs some more.]

I'm kidding... mostly. I was pulled right before that. But that does bring up something I wanted to ask you.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Alright. Shoot.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

So... there's this thing that Blair's planning. Like a benefit or something, I don't even have the details. I kinda have to go because I'm working with her and I really don't want to go.

It's probably going to be stuffy and boring and you're completely free to say no.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

You want me to go to a party?

Do I have to wear a monkey suit?

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

No, God, no. If it was that fancy I'm pretty sure I wouldn't go at all. Just... something nice, I guess.

But like I said, you don't have to go, I know it's not really your thing.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Alright. I guess I can find a suit or something.

Why the hell not. Might as well check out how the place throws a party.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Really? Thanks, I really didn't want to go to that thing alone. Blair might have been inclined to try and set me up.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah that never works out very well.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

No, and I imagine the potential for disaster is only greater when it's a place like this.

Best to stay with someone I know.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Murphy's law

Yeah you already know how bad things can go with me.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

The minute it gets ungodly boring let me know, okay?