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lovemykilt) wrote2013-08-13 01:17 pm
lovemykilt) wrote2013-08-13 01:17 pm
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Loft above Luke's, Tuesday morning
". . . the hell?"
Priestly, fresh from the shower, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, peered bleary-eyed into the medicine cabinet like it might do something exciting.
Which around here meant with no small amount of quiet terror.
He pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth and spit, then started carefully sifting through the rather full cabinet as though he was going to find a portal to another world -- you never knew around here -- but found nothing but the usual back wall.
And no hair dye.
None.
"I know I had at least a bottle of blue gel," he grumbled, sifting harder, then starting pulling stuff out. When that didn't turn anything up, he checked under the sink. Then behind the toilet. Then in the linen closet. He even went so far as to go out into the kitchen and check the fridge.
"Dean!" he bellowed. He had no idea if Dean was even home. "Did you throw out all my dye?!"
He as pretty sure that wasn't the case, but look, his hair was going to have to be natural colored today, and he needed someone to blame, okay?
[ooc: and thus begins Priestly's make-over. Open to anyone with a reason to show up.]
Priestly, fresh from the shower, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, peered bleary-eyed into the medicine cabinet like it might do something exciting.
Which around here meant with no small amount of quiet terror.
He pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth and spit, then started carefully sifting through the rather full cabinet as though he was going to find a portal to another world -- you never knew around here -- but found nothing but the usual back wall.
And no hair dye.
None.
"I know I had at least a bottle of blue gel," he grumbled, sifting harder, then starting pulling stuff out. When that didn't turn anything up, he checked under the sink. Then behind the toilet. Then in the linen closet. He even went so far as to go out into the kitchen and check the fridge.
"Dean!" he bellowed. He had no idea if Dean was even home. "Did you throw out all my dye?!"
He as pretty sure that wasn't the case, but look, his hair was going to have to be natural colored today, and he needed someone to blame, okay?
[ooc: and thus begins Priestly's make-over. Open to anyone with a reason to show up.]
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"How much is 'enough'?"
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"Trust me, you'll know."
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Mind you, he was willing to try it. He'd heard rumors from a contact about something called a "gargleblaster" that might even manage to get Dean properly drunk. He was now pretty sure he was going to find SOME way to turn Dean's hair blue.
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"Maybe a little."
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"Have you ever considered that you might have a liiiiittle bit of a problem?"
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"Nah. No more than most hunters." Dean, they were all functional alcoholics for a reason. It was called 'the job'.
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Dean rolled his eyes at that. "Well, you gonna go blue yourself or not?"
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He was so kind.
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"Hey! It's a quality show!"
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