#32 - [Accidental Video Post/Audio Post]

[totallyinaband]

[The video opens as Stephen's device is resting on his bedside table. There is an unfamiliar woman in a baggy t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms crashing around the room, muttering to herself. Se leaves the shot for several minutes, and returns wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a plaid shirt. She stops in front of a mirror and peers at the reflection with barely concealed horror. She finally sighs and rams a toque down over her long auburn hair. She whirls around and picks up the device, unaware it's recording. The viewer gets a close up on what may be a familiar face. The feed suddenly switches to audio.]

Seriously? Again? Jesus fucking Christ. I didn't enjoy this last time, City, and I'm not going to today.

[The audio ends with a definite click.]

[ooc: Hey people who may have been around when this happened the first time! Lady!Stephen is back! Replies will be coming from ladyinaband]

Comments

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the City can't get enough of me.

[ladyinaband.livejournal.com]

You seem to have come away from this weekend annoyingly curse-free. Unless you're going to start singing, too.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

City has screwed with me enough to last an entire freakin' lifetime. [Yes he does consider being stuck here without Sam, the City 'screwing' with him.]

[ladyinaband.livejournal.com]

[Ouch. Yeah, he witnessed that particular meltdown.]

Yeah, that does suck, man. You know if you ever want to talk about it. Or get blindingly drunk. I'm always up for either one.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

I'm more of the blindingly drunk sort of guy.

[ladyinaband.livejournal.com]

Good. I'm not so great at the talking, either.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

So you wanna go get drunk?

[ladyinaband.livejournal.com]

Why not. Hopefully I can black out and forget most this happened by morning.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

I'll meet you at the bar.

[ladyinaband.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure thing, man.

[Stephen shows up at the bar in the usual baggy jeans, but she swapped out one of the flannel shirts for a t-shirt, which she's still swimming in a little. She lost the toque and her hair's been tied up in a messy bun.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean glances up when Stephen walks in. The little crooked, charming smile is instinctive. He smirks a little then winks.]

Buy you a drink, Sweetheart? [He's stifling a chuckle at this point. But the initial reaction? 100% Dean's instincts to a hot chick, even a sloppy dresser.]

[ladyinaband.livejournal.com]

Very funny, asshole. Now shove over.

[She kicks his feet off one of the chair and plonks down.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean thinks he's hilarious, as evidenced by the laughing.]

[ladyinaband.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. You realise I am going to be so unsympathetic next time you get cursed with something ridiculous.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't expect anything less.

[ladyinaband.livejournal.com]

There will be pictures involved, I'm sure.

[She heads for the bar and starts them off with a pitcher and a few glasses.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

If I turn into a chick, take pictures of my tits.

[That works for Dean, he'll drain the whiskey in his class and switch to beer.]

[ladyinaband.livejournal.com]

[Stephen comes back with the beer in time to hear that particular Dean-ism.]

What, gonna make a scrapbook?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Hell, yes. Something to show the kids when they get older.

[ladyinaband.livejournal.com]

I'm sure they'll all be thrilled.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

You kidding? They'll sit around at Christmas and look at it.

[ladyinaband.livejournal.com]

You would have seriously twisted Christmases.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

One Christmas, Sam and I killed Santa Claus. Twisted is what Christmas is about.

[ladyinaband.livejournal.com]

Uh. Wow. I think that might top every 'worst Christmas ever' story.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

He was killing people. Him and Mrs Claus.