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[cholesterol]

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[molloys]

[corry "mmm"s softly as dean speaks, watching him over the rim of his glass, thoughtfully. seems like a classic chosen-one story -- a legacy dean didn't choose, skills he didn't ask for, a life of horror and running and fighting.]

What kinda bar? Like this? [a grin, a gesture at the piano bar, the classy, jazzy vibe, mostly teasing.]

[cholesterol]

( he still trained and learned. but you could argue it was in his mom's side of the family's legacy, so, yeah, he and his brother would have had it in him, even if it had found him down the line. with someone like carmen and estranged from his brother. )

Smaller. Dive. Needs a jukebox. Pool table. All the bar essentials. ( he thinks back to his mind palace back when Michael had held him mentally hostage. ) Like the idea of being able to throw anybody out on their ass if they overstay their welcome.

[molloys]

[the description gets a slow, lazy grin, corry leaning back in his chair with a laugh.] Dive bar with a jukebox. Middle of nowhere kinda place? Find it when you’re on your way to get where you’re going?

[an approving nod on the next sip of whiskey.] Sounds like a country song. Or a folk one. You pick out a name?

[cholesterol]

Maybe a little something more on the map. But, it needs regulars.

( And hot chicks. And dudes. Hot everyone. And regular people, of course.

He lets a sip of his whiskey settle, knowing full well he did. Well, his mind did. He tries it on out loud because he never has. )

Rocky's?

[molloys]

[corry waits patiently, because he knows -- you don't have a dream like that, something that occupies your mind, some corner of your soul, a what-if and not think up a name.

when he hears it, there's a grin, a nudge of his foot against dean's under the table -- light, companionable.] Rocky's. After anyone, or is it some kinda "on the rocks" pun?

[cholesterol]

( his usual instinct would be to pull that foot back, but he pushes forward in his seat, stretching a leg out. )

Would you believe me if I said, it's probably named after the big brother in 3 Ninjas?

( he hems on that, haws as he chews his jaw. deciding on if he should say more. )

I'm gonna be real honest here. I only know what I would call it because of a - uh - situation that might - you know, with everything you're still wrapping your head around. It's a story.

( but everything with Dean is a story, now. )

[molloys]

[hm. interesting. corry remains with his weight shifted back, doesn’t move away, lets the stretch of dean’s leg bypass his – close enough that he’s aware, deliciously so, of the heat of him. but not quite a touch.

the answer gets a laugh, then corry waves his glass at the surroundings, eyebrows quirking up his forehead, crinkles by his eyes.] Do I look like I’m going anywhere? We’re having a drink. You’re telling me about a bar you wanna own. You’re supposed to go off on rabbit trails, that’s how “having a drink” works.

[settling back, sipping his whiskey:] Tell me the story, Dean-o.

[cholesterol]

Rabbit trails?

( Lead to drinking? Or, result from it. But, he doesn't wait for the answer as he shakes off the question. He really wants to hear it. Dean kicks back the rest of his drink, gesturing at one of the servers because Corry should strap in. )

So, I don't know why I named it that. The bar named Rocky's was inside my head. And a friend of mine traveled in there to free me. Cause my body was taken over by the archangel Michael. And my - I don't know, safe place, happy place, whatever, was a bar called Rocky's. ( Another glass appears and he lifts it in a 'what can you do,' way. ) Guessing there'll be follow up questions.