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[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.