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best idea i've heard today. do you know where you are?

i think the name is cellar door? we could meet at the place with the giant ruby?

i think i can manage that. it sounds pretty ostentatious. gimme a bit, there's a wiggly lamp dude outside my house that some blond dude told me could teleport

Yes, it's impossible to miss. A wiggly lamp dude? That's the first time I've heard of such a thing.

Yeah, I dunno. I was told they'll teleport me, so here we go.

[ He's not...thrilled about trying it, but it's damned convenient that it's in front of his house and sure enough, it dumps him right where he needs to be.

Location wise, anyway. Probably doesn't dump him at Rose's feet, but he'll be in the general vicinity. ]

I think I'm in the area. Where are you again?

Teleporting! Something unheard of where I'm from.

[she's far before the days of Analog, the science fiction magazine publishing stories by a who's who of science-fiction and fantasy. she will be entirely curious about it when it comes, but that won't be for eight years. she'll follow it past her eighties.

and the general vicinity is fine. she's wearing a pair of thick denim jeans, the kind worn by workmen in the 1910s, a green sweater, and the black cloak which had been given to her upon arrival. her hair is loose and hangs in long, red curls to her shoulderblades]

i'm at the Red. there's a huge red stone in the door, it's impossible to miss.

Well, if you're from like 1912, that makes sense. We don't really have it when I'm from either, unless you're an angel. ...Even then I think it's less teleporting and more just...flying in some weird interdimensional space. Anyway.

[ stop yammering and figure out where you are, Dean.

It'll take him a few minutes to get there, but she's right, it IS impossible to miss. ]

Okay. I see it now, you inside?

angels are real? like out of the Bible?

[something both fascinating and horrifying. she'd participated in the religious rituals expected for a girl of her station, but she was never sure she believed in them]

i suppose we can discuss it further in person? i am! in workman's denim and a red cable knit sweater. i have long and red curly hair and i'm undoubtedly looking around myself like i'm not entirely sure of what i'm doing here. a joke, if a poor one.

uh, yeah. definitely lets save that for a couple drinks in, it's a whole thing

ok, cool. comin in.

[ The red sweater is helpful - and with the hair, she isn't too hard to pick out of the crowd. He slithers his way through like he's used to atmospheres like this, until he comes up, next to her, giving a little wave. ]

Hey, it's Dean.

Really? I'm not sure if I should be fascinated or terrified.

See you soon!

[her hair has always been her crowning glory. her father had red, curly hair like this and so did her mother, so she herself was doomed to have it as well. but even in a strange place like this, she takes care of it, one hundred brush strokes before she sleeps and when she wakes]

Dean! I'm so glad to meet you in person! I'm Rose Dawson.

Hey, Rose. Nice to meet you.

[ Pretty, he thinks, as he puts a hand out to shake. Young, but pretty. ]

This place is somethin' else.

And you as well.

[her handshake is surprisingly firm for a girl her age]

That's putting it mildly! It seems like every time I turn around, something odd is happening. Though, people seem to be nice so far.

[ it is, it's impressive. what's more impressive too, is that she seems pretty chill - considering the circumstances and what he guesses her age may be (somewhere between 17-20), most people would be freaking out. ]

Yeah, they do, actually. I haven't met many assholes yet.

[ A couple, but with a low key bitchy text post fulla microaggressions like he'd made, it was bound to happen. ]

What're you having? [ drinkwise, he means. ]

[after the sinking of the Titanic and losing Jack, it was going to take a lot to throw her in the future. at least that's what she thinks]

It's almost strange, to have so many people here and so many of them pleasant. What are the odds of that?

[she's still in shock at the whole bartering for goods part. back home, money had meant everything]

A stout, assuming they have such a thing. How about you?

Slim to none, I'd wager.

[ Money had meant a lot to people where he's from, too.

...less so for him, considering all his credit card fraud, but you know. Whatever. ]

Probably whiskey of some kind. I'm sure they'll have something like that, right?

[ They must. Otherwise, why have a bar, right? ]

Too bad. Then I suppose any other kind of beer is off the menu, too?

[back home, Rose couldn't go a day or even half a day without her mother reminding her of why her marriage to Cal was essential, even if Rose didn't even like him, much less love him]

I'm not sure? I would think so, it's a fairly popular drink. [a pause] What's it like? I've never had it before.

You know, I have no idea. Let's find out.

[ surely there's a stout for her, right?

If not, well. Maybe there's some ideas coming to him these first few days in this new world. ]

Whiskey? Strong. It's kinda of an acquired taste.

All right, let's. Beer is...from what little I know of it, it's not hard to make. I'd be willing to settle for a wheat beer.

[but she preferred stouts and porters (much to Jack's amazement)]

Really? Stronger or weaker than brandy? That's what the in beverage was with men of a certain class back home.

[ He leans a little against the bar to try and get a better look at what's back there -- it's probably gonna be weird, but there's surely some similarities. ]

Uh, you know - I'm not sure. I don't think I've ever actually had brandy. Too fancy. [ and dean is not a fancy man ]

[she's eyeing the liquor shelf as well as trying to see if they have anything like beer back there]

I never had it, either. My ex-fiancé always said it was too strong for a lady. [which makes her all the more willing to try it, releasing a most unladylike snort]

[ Sure looks like a tap to him - this place seems pretty fancy and upscale, so he'll tap the counter and call a bartender over. ]

Well screw that guy. Drink whatever you want -- hey, you got brandy? And two beers, dark, if you got 'em. [ he's asking the bartender, and he has to describe what it actually is he's asking for. while it may not be exactly the same, there's something similar, and before long, two little shots and two frosty beers are sitting in front of them. ]

He can go right to Hell, for all I care! [and she sits on a barstool, looking pleasantly anticipatory, smiling wider when their drinks are received] I wonder which one I should try first? Probably the brandy. [she picked up the shot glass and gulped it down like one long-accustomed to such things] --ooh! It burns! But in a good way.

Damn right he can. You can do whatever the hell you want.

[ especially here, especially without some douchebag breathing over her shoulder. ]

Yeah, this is kinda nice. [ He doesn't drink a lot of good stuff because it's expensive, but here it all seems to work a little different, so hell with it. ]

Like a smooth burn, I guess.

I can ride horses like a man. Swear like a man. Curse like a man.

[under ordinary circumstances, it might have hurt to quote Jack like that. but Dean feels like an older brother, someone she's comfortable around, so it all slips out]

It is. I can see why it was so popular back home. [she's used to only the good stuff, even before Cal her mother had made sure to keep up appearances]

Yes. Yes, that's it exactly!

Damn right you can. Anything you want.

[ Dean has that big brother vibe - it isn't the first time it's happened in Trench and it definitely won't be the last. He kinda likes it, that people see him that way, because Sam frankly was always kind of a dick about it. ]

Yeah, I'm kinda likin' it. [ Way better than some of the rotgut he found in the basement. It was so truly foul he'd thrown it out. ]

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