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[cholesterol]

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[molloys]

Like a chameleon. Or a panther. Something more glamorous.

Hm. I doubt it.

[cholesterol]

If I have to be. More like, FBI, out of town reporter, prospective buyer, that sort of thing.

It's the ass, isn't it?

( Dean, he hasn't seen your ass.

At any rate, he's picking through his provided wardrobe. It suits him well but there are suits that are more opulent and slightly fancier options. He pairs dark jeans with a dark black shirt and, yes, he makes it look good when he checks himself out in the mirror later. )

[molloys]

Ahhhh, gotcha. Sort of wondered about that -- less so crouching in the bushes, more so tapping walls looking for ghosts?

Could be the ass. Pending. You have a habit of sitting down whenever I see you.

[corry goes casual too, slacks and t-shirt with a blazer over it, effortlessly cool, effortlessly unaffected.]

[cholesterol]

EMF readers. But, yeah. You get boots on the ground near supernatural phenomena. Freaky news article or Reddit drop. Usually, it's something nasty.

Gotta order our drinks somehow. I'll lean at just the right angle, seeing as I owe you the drinks.

( Dean waits outside the piano bar, still marveling that the entrance to a room in a house could give way to a whole piano bar. he bides his time scrolling the network. )

[molloys]

Like ghosthunter shit? That stuff actually works?
You get your tips off REDDIT? And they're legit?

Attaboy. See you soon.

[corry's fashionably late (by ten minutes), sauntering up like he has all the time in the world and giving dean a once-over that skirts the line of friendliness.] Yeah, man in black, s'working for you.

[cholesterol]

Actually works
Reddit, news, word of mouth, tips from other hunters or friends.

You too.

( dean, looks up, tucking his phone in his back pocket. )

Thanks. Feel like it's working for you, too.

[molloys]

[corry huffs out a laugh, does a little turn to show off the outfit, then --] All Saltburnt, I can't take credit. But I do love the never-ending supply of fashion, I can't lie.

So. There are more hunters? Like you and your brother? [picking up the thread of conversation, even as he reaches to open the door.]

[cholesterol]

( he means dean himself is a turn on, but that's fine. he does have a nice fit. )

Definitely not used to the Mary Poppins closet.

( Amazing flannel choices, though.

He tilts his head as a thank you and steps into the piano bar proper. )

Yeah. There's a whole network. Most hunters get into the business because they lost someone. Wrong time, wrong place. Others, like Sam and me, grew up in the life. But, it was our mother's before she met our dad. We lost her young.

[molloys]

[corry pleads the fifth on dean being a turn-on, for the moment...]

Or the Labyrinth house. I keep expecting to see David Bowie and his balls hop out.

[it's a nicer place than corry anticipated, and some of the tension ebbs away as he looks around, nodding in approval.] The family business. Didn't really believe the magic part, before, but -- obviously I do now.

[cholesterol]

Yeah, his balls never really did it for me.

( labrynth was definitely crazy and twisted and entertaining. but, shit. not really his type.)

Really. Good you came around, or else things might get awkward and stay awkward. ( He eyes the various tables and then also the long bar top. he does not ask if this is a date. (it feels like a date.) ) Table or bar?

[molloys]

Not your youthful awakening? Not even Jennifer Connelly in that peasant blouse?

[corry has his own private opinions about davie bowie (read: scary and hot), but he’s more intrigued by dean’s. is there even time for an awakening in between monster hunting.

nodding towards the tables:] Easier to hear, over there. [no comment on whether that’s a more or less date-like location.] Had to accept it pretty quick once I found out about the compulsion collars. And the vampires. Those were about equally fucked up to grapple with.

[cholesterol]

I liked her, of course, but, nah, she was a little too... peasant blouse-y.

( The one hairstyle in the beginning, the weird pseudo-leia meets Norse lady, he did like.

Dean agrees, leading them to an empty table. )

Your world blows wide open. You didn't have vampires?

[molloys]

Not a rakish knight seeking a buxom peasant girl, then? Duly noted.

[the vibe might be date-ish, but corry doesn't pull out dean's chair or anything -- slings himself into a seat with a sigh of relaxation.]

We didn't have shit. No vampires, no werewolves, no ghosts, no goblins. Weirdest shit we had was people from Florida and Scientologists.

[cholesterol]

Jennifer Collony wasn't that buxom. It was the, the shirt pushing everything up.

( look, he watched that movie a few times. dean takes his own, grateful the ish part isn't being said out loud. )

We had both of those, too. But, we had the Devil himself, demons, angels... ghosts. You name it. Grew up on it, but you already knew that.