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[ 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. ]

I'm finding this place actually has its charms. But I was long on sycophants and short on friends back home.

[she's not going to use the phrase "big brother" yet, but. she can't help wondering if she'd been second-born and a man like Dean had been first. he seems the kind of man who would have been able to find his way through her family's troubles without selling her off to a man like Cal]

So am I. [she gestures towards the bartender for another round of the brandy] And I forgot! We need something to toast to. Any ideas?

No, no. See -- here? [ Dean points to his drink, then himself, then at their general surroundings. ]

I think there's a long on friends and short on douchebags. So lets cheers to that -- new friends, no dickheads.

[Rose makes a point of looking around, then back to him when prompted.

and she grins broadly]

I'll drink to that. To new friends and no dickheads! [then tosses back her shot of brandy like it was nothing]

[ hell yeah girl, drink that shit down and screw everyone else.

You heave your guts up later, well. Dean will leave electrolyte drinks by your door. ]

And, and-- [ he gestures for another round, taking a sip of his beer in the meantime; ]

New beginnings.

[she's living life on her own terms now and if that means getting a little tipsy, her mother and Cal aren't there to stop her.

that would be greatly appreciated.

she looks on, grinning]

I'll drink to that! [she raises her glass in a toast and takes a long drink]

[ he's got you covered, Rose. ]

Hell yeah, me too. [ He picks up his beer and toasts, taking a long swing. It's good and it's cold (he can and will do better), and it hits the spot. ]

Not bad, not bad at all.

[huzzah!

and she, too, takes a long swig. both good and cold, though she doesn't really know to expect better. she'll settle for cold. and it does get her right where she needs it]

Yes, no wonder my ex was so careful to keep it from me.

[ He pulls a bit of a face as he takes another sip, but it's not because of the beer. ]

He sounds like a real jerk.

[she nods emphatically at his statement]

Very much so. He was awful, he was stuck-up, condescending, and he had a temper. Three reasons why he's my ex-fiancé. I don't miss him one bit.

[ sounds like a guy dean would punch in the nose ]

Jesus, yeah no. Hard pass, you dodged a bullet.

[Rose would very much like to see that]

I really did. But he can't ever bother me again.

[ You know, just going off her tone he has a vague idea of what the answer will be, but he just can't help himself he guesses. ]

Oh yeah? He marry someone else?

[Rose shrugged and looked satisfied]

He thinks I'm dead. I don't plan on changing that assumption.

Can't blame you there, I wouldn't either.

[ cause it sure sounds kliek the guys a douchecanoe and she's way better off ]

Then we're in agreement. I'm glad. Many people wouldn't mind living in a gilded cage. [her Omen, a canary named Melody nipped at her ear in protest] But a gilded cage is still a cage.

Sure is.

[ The Beautiful Room had been like that. Granted, he hadn't been in there long - long enough to finally convince Cas to friggin help him, even though it hadn't succeeded in the end.

Still, she's right. A gilded cage is still a cage, regardless of the all you can eat burgers. ]

Hopefully, Trench doesn't turn out to be one itself.

[she remembers how Cal had tried his hardest to buy her love, but Rose didn't think that way. she imagines he'll eventually get married to some docile thing, who won't think to question anything.

but she still has the Heart of the Ocean hidden in her flat]

If it were, I'd imagine that the weather would be far nicer. Like an eternal spring rather than this wretched winter.

I think you're probably right. Any fake bullshit cage is gonna be nicer than this.

[ Not that Trench itself is horrible or anything, but it's dangerous as fuck and like she said, the weather could damn sure be better. ]

I guess that gives us hope, huh? New home new me, all that.

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