11052/Beer for your thoughts

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Beer for your thoughts
Date of Scene: 12 February 2020
Location: Josie's Bar, Clinton
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Michelle Docherty, Dean Winchester




Michelle Docherty has posed:
     Michelle was bleary eyed and exhausted. The Cops hadn't let him sleep a wink, questioning and going over the shooting last night ad nausea for several hours. Luckily someone had recorded the whole thing on their phone, so his story lined up. But that still didnâ??t stop them from booking him for another bad decision he made during that incident.

     The strangest thing was as soon as they finalized his paperwork, and the judge came in at 8a.m. for his arrangement, at 8:30am he was told he made bail. He collected his things and received a note from the customs officer, "Josie's Bar, Hell's Kitchen, 10 am. " A Friend."

     Docherty could use a friend right now. He could use a beer despite it being daylight. So rather than look a gift horse in the mouth he walked into a bar, freshly opened, looking around for his new "Friend."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's here. Yeah, Dean Winchester is here in Josie's Bar. It's 10am, the morning after th the night before and the shooting, demon, and, and....things. He'd set this up with the note, and he's at the bar in his usual gear. Given how rough Hell's Kitchen is....Dean's got a gun under his jackett. Note was unsigned, but those green eyes sweep over the bar watching it. He smiles, spotting Michelle. Striding over, Dean waves.

"They let you out, huh? You made bail, it was cheap, what, they made a screw up with the rates?" he asks, a twinkle in his eye. "Glad you're here though" Dean says, not drinking a beer. Soda for him, given the time. Time to drink later on when shit's met fan.

Dean sits at one of the tables, and watches Michelle. "So, bet you got questions" he says with a nod. "Sidddown, ask away"

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     The big bear looks over at the drifter at the table. Same jacket, different jeans, this guy has found time to sleep. He walks down the length of the pub, knocks on the counter and asks the lady for a large stout - whatever, and proceeds to sit at the table. Michelle's face purses for a moment, staring at Dean followed by a brief silence.

     "Turns out impersonating a city official is class C misdomeaner. My stunt to clear the parking lot appears to have gotten their attention. The other part was a clear case of self-defense; defense of others. First time in my life I was glad people are trigger happy with their phones." His demeanor had changed to instantly upbeat, like he was talking to an old friend all of a sudden. "So, will you mind telling me WHAT in tar-nation happened yesterday. You KNEW that was going to happen didn't you? It's why you asked me to try and clear that parking lot."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean is quiet for a few moments. "Did I know that was going to happen? No. I was in North Harlem to meet a friend. Things got out of hand. I got some friends in that part of town, and I didn't expect any of that to happen. I thought I'd knock on a door, have a talk, and go home. Instead...well....." he says. "I learned I can sing"

Oh that wasn't the best plan ever, in hindsight. Demon on the loose...and Michelle with a frigging hand cannon.

Dean sighs. "Lemme ask you something. You saw what went down last night. You saw that guy survive a shot from...what was that thing anyway. That wasn't your average Joe on the street" Dean shrugs sipping his soda. "Lemme ask you something. You believe in angels, demons and all that, things like vampires and werewolves?" he asks.

There it is. Dean's asking a question.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Michelle chuckles at the mention of his side arm, "It's a modified hand gun. Well, more like a chopped down rifle of sorts. An old armory buddie of mine built it back when we served together. Large caliber to take down wild boar in one shot. Though we didn't have boar in mind when he welded it together. The small caliber stuff can literally bounce right off em, or fail to penetrate Kevlar." The waitress swings over and drops off a large glass stein with very dark liquid and a frothy head. "Thank you young lady."

     Michelle looks back at dean, "Yeah, I believe in god. And if I believe in god, then I need to believe in angels and demons. But as far as I understand it, their concepts. Background influencers and such. Vmpires?" A quick snort followed by a big jovial chuckle at something so ridiculous, "Yeah, that's Hollywood bull." He looks in earnest at the drifter, "Last night was PCP fueled idjit right?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Well" Dean says listening. "That guy you shot was laughing off a shot that'd kill most people. You put a giant hole in him. He died. You paid attention to that?" he asks, trying to find a way to explain this one.

Changing tack, Dean picks a new angle to come at it. "You said demons are background influencers. But don't they need to influence more directly?" he asks, posing the question. "Like if it'd benefit a demon to have somebody die. What's stopping them killing that person themselves?" he muses. Dean knows what he's on about, there's a look in his eyes that speaks things he's left unsaid

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     "So, let me get this rundown right. Your saying that demons and angels are real? And that I shot one of the two last night? And you bailed me outa jail, had me come down to a bar, to ask me if I beleived in them?" He takes a deep swing of his beer. "So I didn't hallucinate the smoke thing? I'm checkin here cuz I'm not sure. And that little crack whore who wandered off shortly afterwards? Was she a demon too? That smoke went straight to her." Another deep swig. "I'm friggin exhausted." He pauses for a moment to look at his beer. "I didn't get a headshot, and I've seen men keep runnin at ya after you put a bullet in them. And I've had to wrestle my share of druggies doin repo's from time to time. So that isn't too far outa bounds." Yet another deep swig, "But the smoke shit? And the emanciated little girl finishing his sentences. That I don't understand."

     Michelle looks surprised at his now empty beer stein. Was he drinking because of the demon talk, or was it the after affects of being in combat again. Perhaps a bit of both. "So what's your angle in this? Why am I here, sitting in front of you in a bar, trying to get hammered. At the wee hours of the morning. Talking about this?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Yeah I'm saying that" Dean confirms. "The smoke. Yu saw it too. Think of it like this. That smoke. That's a demon. That crack whore as you put it, yeah she's now possessed by a demon. You know why I was yelling for duct tape? Tape the mouth shut, demons can't escape. No that guy with the bat made a deal, got possessed. Demon just jumped into a new body when the old one died. You know how diseases spread, like that" Dean says spreading hands on the tablee. Shaking his head, Dean sighs sipping his soda. "No, I was going to ask for your help dealing with that demon. We find that crack girl, and tape her mouth shut, she dies, demon can't escape. Or we perform an exorcism on her, and get her the help she needs" Dean offers. "I'm leaning toward the second one" he admits with a nod.

Dean's not afraid to hunt or kill, after all. But he's trying to explain it in a way Michelle will understand. "So if you're not sure if somebody's a demon,don't just shoot them without a good reason. You had a good reason last night. That minivan would have gone through all three of us and killed both you and that girl doing wrestling moves. What was her deal anyway. She seemed pretty angry" he wonders. "Admittedly. I did tell her fifty bucks and her rental's not towed" he admits. So the bit about Dean extorting her? True enough. Her story was right. Dean was out to get money for not being towed.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
    "I'm Docherty, My friends call me Michelle." His face isn't incredibly friendly. More like tired neutral. He gives a deliberate pause for a moment of silence as he motions to the barkeep for another, "I don't even know your name. And you said something very interesting there. Something that needs addressing." He waits for Dean to respond.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Which bit?" Dean asks, soda in hand. Dean's curious now. "My name?" Dean asks. "Grifter seems to fit, doesn't it?" he wonders aloud. Oh he has a name, he absolutely has a name. But he's not giving it out. He doesn't know if this guy's secretly a cop or is gonna rat him out. So, fake name it is.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     Michelle's face turns from neutral to definately not amused, "Make that three things that need to be adressed. For starters, you said the word 'We,' you used the word we. Which implies me helping you track this little girl down." He grabs the beer from the returned waitress, only this time the big bear just puts it on the table, holding the handle, thumbing the bend at the top. "You wern't straigt with me about clearning the parking lot. And your obviously not being straight with me now, Mr. "Grifter seems to fit". I shot somebody yesterday and probably saved your life. And your playing games." Michelle looks dean straight in the eye, "Whats your angle here. Your not adding up."

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     The bears whole demeanor turns on a dime as he senses a genuin flop of honesty from the man. He smiles, "Nice to meet you Dean." He chuckles. "I apologize. I'm a little tired and little grumpy." He sips the foam from the top of his stein. "So basically, your concerned for that little girl, and you need a hand." Michelle looks high and gazes off into the ceiling for a moment. "This is a bit hard to swallow. Is there anything you can show me right now to prove I've not got a few screws loose in the old brain housing group? And that your not askin me to assult some workin girl tryin to earn for her next fix?" He looks back at dean and opens up his palms in a questioning guesture. It's a genuine request without sarcasm.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Michelle picks up one of the sheets and starts to read, "What am I looking at?" he grabs another and then another. "And you do this for a living? What does it pay?" Another big bear chuckle. "This sin't quite... but your saying we can go check out one of these things and I'll see what your talking about?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
$RDean shrugs. "It pays enough. You hang around with that bunch. They'll help you outt. Guy over in North Harlem. Hunter like me, but retired." Dean explains. "Not retired by choice. So now he runs his junkyard and pays for cars to be towed. I can get a hold of him if you want to meet him. He can show you a thing or two while you make up your mind on things and you'll have a steady income. In a city this big, always cars to be towed, ya know? He's like me, just less tricky. Straight shooter, but you may not like what you hear." Dean warns. "Word of advice. Take a burger and a beer to win him over. He's got a thing for bacon burgers and store bought beer" Dean laughs. "Nothing wrong with that diet, people like a beer and a burger.I know I do" he grins. "Cheeseburgers are great. I can never get pie though. No idea why, but pie's amazing"

Michelle Docherty has posed:
"All right. I'll check this guy out." The bear folds the sheet and puts it in his wallet. "How long have you been doing this? Hunting demons? And was last night a normal thing for you? Is it just normal for random people to kamakazi their cars in your general direction, smash someones skull in with a baseball bat, and try to kill everyone in sight on their way to get to you?" Michelle a more measured sip of his beer. His buzz was setting in.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean sighs. "Decades. Put it this way. it's a family thing. I'm good at it. See. I'm not dead. Yeah check that guy out. So" Dean says setting the soda down. "What's your story?" he asks, settling back. Always good to know new friends. Dean looks over the table to Michelle. "By the way yeah demons tend to try to kill me pretty often. it's like a boxer running up and punching the champion to get a cheap shot in. So, your story?" he asks, with a smirk.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     "I'm East Texas, born and raised. Served as a tanker in the US army for OIF one through six. Afgan, Iraq, the whole sandbox. Been working mostly independent contractor and oil field work. I've allways been good with my hands. You need a master Diesel mechanic or cabinets put in? I can manage pretty well." He leans back in his chair and chuckles, "Then I got married for a second time. And now that - THAT - particular fiasco has played out, for better or worse I'm here in New York. Lookin for the Ex." He chuckles. "Hunting demons is a family business? With demons trying to kill you all the time I'd imagine it doesn't leave much time for wife and kids."