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dudeimbatman) wrote2011-07-17 12:44 pm
dudeimbatman) wrote2011-07-17 12:44 pm
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70th [Accidental Video] Shut up. Put your money where your mouth is
[The scene before you is a chaotic one. The hotel room is in shambles, a wolf is lying on a mattress on the floor and there's a man lying on his stomach passed out. He's got a fresh tramp stamp on the small of his back, a pair of handcuffs dangling from one wrist and he's wearing a sparkley black thong with twenty dollar bills tucked into it. There are also bruises on his body. He snuffles, snores and almost wakes up, his face turned to the camera. Yup that is Dean Winchester and his face looks like he's been beaten as well. He's just gone still again when the screaming of a fire alarm jerks him to his feet.]
Fi--[And then he realizes he's wearing a thong with twenty dollar bills shoved into it.
That's new.
And takes importance over FIRE.]
What the hell?
CAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[ooc: The hotel room is on fire because of this post. Action for those involved in the curse. Here is a line up of what happened. They won't remember it--exactly--because this is Vegas, Hangover Style but feel free to have your character have seen the boys doing any of this at all.
Fi--[And then he realizes he's wearing a thong with twenty dollar bills shoved into it.
That's new.
And takes importance over FIRE.]
What the hell?
CAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[ooc: The hotel room is on fire because of this post. Action for those involved in the curse. Here is a line up of what happened. They won't remember it--exactly--because this is Vegas, Hangover Style but feel free to have your character have seen the boys doing any of this at all.
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[She holds up her busted shoe]
Which I apparently never got home after.
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Show? [That's got Dean's interest.] Was I part of it?
[He gestures down to the sequin thong. He still hasn't found his jeans.] And you're in our hotel room.
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You got married to. Perhaps it was some sort of club.
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[Dulcie succeeds in yanking her othe shoe off and tosses them both into the corner. She looks down at her hand. A very large and very cheap looking ring is very visible. Her eyes widen.]
Okay, I don't really remember much about last night, but if any of you guys roofied me I am SO going to kick your asses!
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You may have. We're...unable to recall events last night prior to leaving the hotel room for the festivities.
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[Dulcie throws a hand up into her hair.]
I remember meeting you guys at the bar after my show last night.
[She whips around and points an impressive glare in Castiel's direction.]
You kept buying me drinks.
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...and runs into the bathroom.]
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I think someone's losing his cookies.
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Sometimes I get carried away.
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[Yeah... that sentance sounded better in her head. Face palm.]
Oh god, we did, didn't we? I thought I'd lived in Vegas long enough to avoid drunken marrying shenanigans.
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By the angel! You have got to be kidding me!
[Someone found the piercings...]
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[ One of these days, Castiel's going to ask which angel... ]
I think Jace is having some issues.
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[Dulcie starts rooting through the mess of items littering the hotel room floor]
Sorry to be forward... did we, you know, last night? And before you answer I still haven't taken ass kickin off the menu.
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Attack of the partially dressed Jace! That's one punch flying at Dean's face.
He really should learn to work on that temper of his.]