11137/Alcohol, A hunter, and a Music Exec. What's the worst that can happen

Alcohol, A hunter, and a Music Exec. What's the worst that can happen
Date of Scene:	01 March 2020
Location:	Wade Shaw's Condo, Claridge's, Midtown Manhattan
Synopsis:	LANGUAGE - Wade and Dean are hungover. Nick is treated to TMI.
Cast of Characters:	Dean Winchester, Phantasm (Drago)
Cast of NPCs:	Wade Shaw

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Dean Winchester has posed:
"My head" Dean Winchester groans. "Why the hell did we order that pitcher of tequila?" he adds, groaning with a wet towel on his head. The hangover from hell. He'd wanted to shoot himself. His aim was of anyway and in his drunk state the safety was on. he'd spent five minutes puling the trigger. Good job, idiot.

So now he's sucking down water like it's going out of style. Everything is spinning, and he keeps puking whatever the hell he drank. Oh God, when they say don't mix drinks.

"Even my piss is pink" Dean shudders. "Oh God, what id we do?" he asks. He's even eating vegan food. He really is suffering. The bar though? Made a lovely tab off of Dean alone. And the couch is his domain, so....so....Wade bettter not try stealing it. Dean /will/ fight for it. When it all quits spinning

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As Dean moans, a blonde man, square jawed and in his early 30s grumbles back from his spot next to the sofa. When they got back, there was just no navigating the ladder up to the bed so sofa it was. Wade, unfortunately was relegated to the floor as a result of Dean pushing the unconcious music exec off of it last night.

"Why the hell did I agree to go with you?" He bemoans. Yes it is a question. But, with Mike out of town, there wasn't really anyone else to hang out with. And it seems Dean had been bored as well. So, good time to try and figure out Dean's intent to his friend

Now if he could just remember what they had talked about. "This was a bad idea..."

Dean Winchester has posed:
No this wa a great idea. Dean found a new drinking buddy. perfet. So if he could just remember too. Something something. Oh no. Reaching for his phone, it slides out of his hands and bounces on the flor. Shit. Phone. Needed. Also gotta quit wanting to hurl over the furniture! No, bad. Bad ideaa.

Dean shakes his head. "You remember anything past the first drinks?" he shudders. "I don't"

Truth. Truth.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Nooo..." Wade bemoans, "And honestly I don't care. I just want the head to stop throbbing and know what the hell you were doing with Nick." He rolls over onto his side, "In that order..."

Dean Winchester has posed:
"I just remember doing shots! Dean shudders. "Lime jello with spinach and pickles" he gags and isn't moving from the couch. "I need coffee and real food. This rabbit crap ain't working" he shudders, throwing down the plate of salads to the floor. Grenery first. So he's not a fan of vegan salds. Great.

Dean shrugs. "What the hell did we talk about? I swear I asked you to come riding bikes with me or something in Kansas, I don't know. It's all a blur"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Who comes up with drinks like that?" Wade agrees, complaining, looking around, "Where's my phone?" He pauses, looking to the plate. "...Where did the salad come from?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
"No freaking clue" Dean groans and looks green around the gills. "Salad? Where? And phone? Mine's on the floor. Dean stumbles into the kitchen and starts in on ice cream. He's about to dig in when he shriekds. "It's cold!" he screams and brings it back, eating it from his lap with a spoon. "My dick's cold" he adds, and shudders. Real conversationalist, Dean.

"I wish I remembered much past the first drink" he adds between mouthfuls of ice cream. Oh this is going to go well

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The door swings open, granting the figure at the door to hear one of the most unfortunate phrases to greet him. Standing at the entry way, a bearded, short haired Nick stands, a bag slung over his shoulder as he just quietly looks to Dean and then to Wade on the floor.

"What fresh hell is this?" He inquires. Dropping the bag on the floor to trigger a slight bang on the floor.

Dean Winchester has posed:
That bang gets aglare from Dean. "You know ice cream's cold?" he asks by way of greeting. "It's so cold though" he says and looks down to Wade. "You know there's salad there to eat right?" he asks, then looks up to Nick. "You're the cheeseburger guy. Got any bacon?" he adds, squinting at Nick.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick tilts his head, looking over to Dean, brow raising as he closes the door behind him and doing something the other two failed to do last night.

The lock clicks.

"Ok." Nick starts, pausing as his lips set into a thin line. He gives a slight growl of discontent, looking to the less than happy men in the studio. "Nevermind that I got greeted with the temperature status of Dean's dick..." He walks over to the cabinet to grab two glasses, smacking the faucet on, "How long did you leave the door unlocked?"

Wade...has passed out.