71st Hunt [Action]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is underneath the Impala, legs sticking out, the sound of him sweet talking the car coming in quiet mutterings. He's changing out the fuel filter today and having a bit of trouble with it sticking. After a few minutes it comes free and it puts the new one in. Once that's done, he finishes up and slides out from beneath the car looking for someone to kiss.]


[ooc: Victory kisses curse! Tag your muse in and I'll tag back with Deano completing some mundane sort of task and then kissing your muse. If you've got ideas/suggestions/etc, add 'em into your tag.]

Comments

[stopbleepingme.livejournal.com]

[ Pause. Turn. ]

A compliment? A compliment is saying something nice, not poking fun!

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

I wasn't poking fun! I like your accent.

[Geez! Some chicks you can't make happy no matter what.]

[stopbleepingme.livejournal.com]

[ Donna Noble is the president of that club, Dean. ]

Which you decided to say after assaulting me with your dirty lips. Maybe next time you ask a girl if she wants to be smeared with dirt first.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Excuse me, Your Friggin' Majesty. Most chicks don't object.