fandomtownies | Outside Waffle House- Friday evening/night

It was an interesting week, and Sabine figured it had to be over soon, right? She did miss being able to think straight without the pollen fog getting in the way, which was also why she decided to take a walk and get some space. It was a small town, there was a decent chance she wouldn't run into anyone and this wasn't a terrible idea!

She walked a little, and lo and behold, there was the Waffle House back after a long absence. A beacon.

For some reason there was a parking lot in front of it. Why? Listen, everyone had bigger problems this week, it was fine. Especially since there were a couple folding tables set up with a bunch of ~~moddable~~ kinds of alcohol and mixers, because nothing said "sex pollen party" like a tailgate in a parking lot in front of a Waffle House. Also there was a padded area back a ways but still illuminated by the 'House? Surely that wouldn't come up later.

Sabine took a picture of the setup, planning on sending it to Lana in a "hey, remember when I used to stumble on these parties in the dorms?" sort of way, and who knew how it ended up getting sent to everyone in her contacts and then some. The Fandom phone system had a long and storied history of doing weird things.

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"Nothing classier than a Waffle House," Dean said, "I can feel my arteries hardening just by stepping closer to the building. How you holding up, Your Majesty?"

"I feel like downstairs is gonna need at least a full week at the spa to recover from this one," Margo said drily. "How's yours? Still up to your ears in shitty puns?"

"I was ordered by her worshipfulness to lay off on the puns," he reminded her. "And sometimes I listen to royal decrees."

"Didn't stop you on Wednesday," Margo said, tilting her head. "Did you change your mind?"

"Oh, I just couldn't help myself on the last one," Dean chuckled, his grin just a little wider. "Sometimes I just have poor impulse control."

Like most of the island this week.

"Doesn't everybody," Margo sighed. "Honestly, it's a miracle you still have your shirt on."

Hint? Hint.

"Is that a royal command?" Dean teased.

Margo thought about it for five seconds.

"Yes."

Dean smirked and slowly undid some of the buttons on his flannel shirt and pulling his arms out the sleeves revealing the grey t-shirt underneath.

"Better?" he asked. "Or did you need more?"

"Layering?" Margo asked drily. "In this pollen economy?"

"Well your wish is my command," Dean said taking off the T-shirt and holding his arms out in a pose. "Even if it is a bit chilly tonight."

"Eh," Margo said, with an exaggerated little wave of her hand. "I'm sure you'll be fine."

Fine also being the operative word for that chest, well hello.

"Any royal thoughts on how to keep warm?" Dean asked suppressing the urge to cross his arms and retain body heat.

"Yeah. Make out with somebody," Margo said, amused.

"Anyone in particular?" Dean asked stepping closer to Margo.

"No," Margo sighed, oh so sadly, her hand already on his chest. "But I guess I can help a little. I'm a giver."

She wasn't.

Except, in this case, of a kiss, even if she had to stand up on her tiptoes, ugh, right, men being tall.

"Very generous of you," Dean said as he leaned down to brush his lips against hers.

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