9437/Just a Normal Check In

Just a Normal Check In
Date of Scene:	05 October 2019
Location:	Big Belly Burger - Sunnydale
Synopsis:	In which milkshakes bring all the Winchester boys to the yard. Well... half of them anyway.
Cast of Characters:	Dean Winchester, Darcy Lewis

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Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester sits at the burger place, eatin' a burger. Tends to be what you do. He's hit on the waitress and gotten at least three refills on his soda while he takes his time workin' his way around the big jumbo triple stack bombastic burger he got for himself.

"Hey, toots, you guys got milkshakes? I mean, other than the obvious ones," he says with a wink, kicking a foot up in the booth across from himself. He spent the last two days trundling throught he woods cutting the heads off of...he's not really sure what they're called. Goblins? Trolls? WHatever. They're dead now, so it doesn't really matter, does it?

Darcy Lewis has posed:
It really doesn't. What matters is Dean did what Dean does and he's still alive to flirt shamelessly with waitresses. Darcy moves in as the waitress suffers the flirting.

"Of course they've got milkshakes," she quips, red lips curled up in a smirk. Green eyes dance behind her glasses. "Bring him a strawberry? I'll take a chocolate, with an extra cherry," she orders moving in and pressing at Dean's foot with her knee so she has room to plop herself.

"Long time no see, Hotness. How are you?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean flicks his tongue with his lips, "Speaking of, you bring all the boys to the yard. Surprised you ain't got half o' them SHIELD suits pantin' behind you lookin' to drink your bathwater," he says.

"How you doin', D-cups? This just a social visit or you got somethin' nasty you need me to extinguish. You could just call, y'know, not that I mind seein' you in the flesh."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Pssht. I bring boys AND girls. Discrimination is a hard turn off," Darcy quips as she settles, unbuttoning her blazer as she does. THe white blouse is tucked into her yoga-slacks.

"And it's G-cups, thank you very much," is the retort, made as Darcy leans forward so she can reach out and snatch a fry from Dean's basket.

"Mostly social, but I am checking in for work things. HR noticed your expense account hasn't been touched in a while, and I've missed your horrible handwritten excuse for supply requistions. You DO know that if I can READ what you're after, I have a better such of finding it and getting it to you in time, right? Plus, I missed your face. So, here I am."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester gives an appreciative whistle, "Damn, girl, you make the alphabet worth learnin'," he says. "And I didn't mean t'imply otherwise, it's just men are usually the more blatant hounds chasin' after hotness. I ain't never had a problem with ladies who love ladies. Some of my favorite magazines," he says.

"Things are fine, I'm just crappy at paperwork. Plus, I admit, sometimes I feel a little skeezy about lettin' the government know about my whereabouts. Goes against the lessons my Daddy taught me about keepin' my head down. But just fer you, I'll try to spend a little government dough just so we can keep in touch."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Today's episode brought to you by my chest," Darcy grins, sitting up to show off the girls to his whistle. She relaxes back to her usual a heartbeat later before snickering.

"We must have teh same subscriptions, and usually guys are. I aim to please myself." Darcy smirks, reachign for his soda so she can have a dirnk while she waits fo rher milkshake. She watches Dean, knowing a little bit about his family's dislike of government types. She felt that, feels that some times. There was a reason May had Darcy bring in the Winchesters.

"Yeah. I know. but the funds are there, if you need it. And we promised not to go after you. This? Not SHIELD coming for you. SHIELD commenting to my SO that there was a concern, and me catching wind that you might be in the area. And yes, I'd like you to stay in touch. You're my beer buddy."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester leers shamelessly, making a show of fanning himself as he finishes off the last of his burger, wiping his mouth and tossing the remnants into the basket.

"Ask and ye shall receive. I'll play. I don't mind free money, although I don't much feel a need to account for it. You and me can work all that out over beers, though, like ya said."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"There's this thing called reimbursement...?" Darcy prompts, chuckling at him as the waitress returns with the milkshakes. Darcy pulls a debit card from her bra and hands it over, an air of put all of it on there about her.

"Which yes, we can do over beers. Josie's?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester smiles, "Leave whatever ride you took here. You can ride in my baby. If you're careful. I just got the upholstery restored after a little incident with a molotov cocktail," he says, pushing up from the booth and tossing down a tenner as a tip for the waitress.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Oh, fuck yes. That car is an orgasm on wheels," Darcy says, signing the receipt with her own sizeable tip being left. She'll call for an agent to stop by and pick up the car for her. No trouble at all.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"And that's before you even get into the back seat," he grins, leading the way out to the Impala. He pats the hood of the big monster affectionately, opening the door for Darcy first and then gliding around to get behind the wheel himself, "THere might be a machete under yer seat, just be careful where ya put yer legs."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"There can be fun in the front seat," counters teh SHIELD agent, grinning broadly. She minds her footing, but doesn't seem unduly unnerved about a weapon being under her seat. She just buckles up and settles in for a ride.

"WOuld that make the line 'Is that a machete under your seat or are you just happy to see me'?"