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[homosexuals]

She'll get over it. Rosie's not like that.

...What you did for me - I wasn't trying to take advantage. I don't remember any of it. I didn't know, or I never would have asked. Never would have put myself in a position to betray you like that.

You ever decide we aren't square again, and I'll get it. I'd even welcome it, at this point. None of it feels right.

But thank you, all the same.

You want a few beers? Come on by at the Hex Club. On the house for the foreseeable future.

[out of his check more like, but it's the least he can do.]

[cholesterol]

Just her mom? ...Is it her mom?

I know. I did what I did and I don't regret it. You needed drying out. There's no better expert than me.

Cut the sadsack self deprecating crap. We're good.

Yeah.

Never been. Shit. I'll take that. Not sure how anybody else is paying, unless it's like in sexual favors, and then, we'll see how good the hooch is.

Kidding.

Kind of.

You in the Hex Club now?

[homosexuals]

Yep, the Mom. I mostly steer clear.

I did - and I owe you. I mean it. There's a lot of people that would like a favor from Hawkins Fuller, and I want you to take advantage of it when you figure out what you want it to be.

That's next door at the Pink Slip. Hex Club's a little more above board, but I've gotcha.

Yeah. All night. Come on by.

[cholesterol]

She didn't love my idea of black tie, but in my defense, the house burned down.

Fine. I got an IOU. I'll remember.

Still doesn't explain how anybody pays, but, sure. Yeah, I'll come by.

( While he doesn't have anything better to do, he does actually want to see him in person. Make good on everything he means. Maybe he'll tell a story or to about shit he's done, or Cas, or Sam. Hell, name someone in his life that hasn't gone down that road.

He saunters in about fifteen minutes later, when he deduces where it is.

He gives a nice, long appraising whistle as he approaches the bar, sliding onto one of the seats. )

Woulda' been here sooner, but I popped my head into The Pink Slip. Really stuck the landing with the name. Hey, Hawk.