Caritas, Saturday

[needsacatchphrase]

Jane was going to pointedly have a good night at work here tonight and nothing Tino could do would change that. Because it had been a surprisingly good week all around after, you know, the whole last week before that.

Specials
Pickleback
The Pickled Surfer
Pickle Martini

And she for sure wasn't going to get dragged into an explanation from Tino about the weird pickle theme there.

[ocd? nah girl]

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[single_man_tear]

Oh look! It's Dean Winchester in a bar. This would shock no one.

"Hey there, Jane," Dean said taking a seat and looking at the specials. "What's with the pickle thing or is Tino again?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Hello, Dean. Have the "fancy meeting you here" head nod.

[single_man_tear]

And in return, Sabine got the acknowledgement head bob and a raised glass. “Hey there Sabine, what’s the good word?”

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"The word is 'calm,'" she said. "Having a quiet week was kind of nice. You?"

[single_man_tear]

“Went out of town for a couple of days and had some barbecue with my housemates,” Dean said with a grin. “If this is a normal week I’ll take it. Do anything fun?”

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Doodled," she shrugged. "Where did you go?"

[single_man_tear]

“Virginia,” Dean replied as he sipped his drink. “There were a couple of strange deaths. It was a pretty easy trip. What did you doodle? I checked out some of the artwork over at the Warehouses. You’re really talented.”

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I know," she smiled. "Just some little stuff at the weapons shop. Lana was saying I should do a mural outside there."

[single_man_tear]

“You know Lana? She keeps trying to make me like expensive alcohol,” Dean replied pointing to his cheap whiskey. “And we have a weapons shop? I really need to get out more.”

[needsacatchphrase]

"Tino," Jane answered with a sigh. "It's better than Malort, I guess?"

The lowest bar. Just the lowest bar possible.

[single_man_tear]

Dean’s face showed his revulsion at the thought of Malort. “Ugh. I had that once. Rated like sweat socks with a hint of citrus,” Dean replied. “I’ll avoid the pickle theme and go with a whiskey, please. How was the rest of your week?”

[needsacatchphrase]

"Very nice," Jane replied, pouring his whiskey. "Thank you very much for the barbecue, I think I can see how it's worth the drive."

And also it was sweet of him.

"How was the frozen people... thing?" Look, lingo was stiff forthcoming for it.

[single_man_tear]

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Uh. The barbecue not the frozen people,” Dean said even though it was probably obvious. “Turns out it was a simple case. Just a ghost who had a bad death. Was easy enough to handle on my own. Otherwise I’d be calling this lady I know with muscles and a hammer.”

[needsacatchphrase]

Jane preened a little a that, grinning and tilting her head back just a bit.

"So, what exactly do you do? To fix things there."

[single_man_tear]

“Oh. Well, typically with ghosts you have to find their body and do a small ritual to release their spirit,” Dean said avoiding the grisly details.

[needsacatchphrase]

"So, like magic," she said, wrinkling her nose a little as though she wasn't basically cosplaying as a god or friends with Wanda Maximoff here. Because she still tried to think of it all as very advanced science that she'd figure out eventually.

[single_man_tear]

“Eh. Well…”

Dean shrugged and decided to dive into it. “Basically you dig up their corpse, throw salt and kerosene on it and light the body on fire. Not really magic but it’s a way to cleanse the body and force the spirit to move on.”

[seriesofbaddecisions]

It wasn't so much the bar as the boredom that brought Sabine out tonight.

And apparently an opportunity to be horrified at the specials. "What happened there?"

[needsacatchphrase]

"I've learned to just not ask," Jane admitted. "Tino gets... in moods."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Pickle moods," she said, raising an eyebrow. "At least you can't say he's boring."

[needsacatchphrase]

"He once tried to start a dating service for the band." Think about it, Sabine. The horror.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine tilted her head. "I don't know if I need you to tell me about that or to never tell me about that."

[needsacatchphrase]

"That's Tino for you." Guys, he was right there.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Was Tino gonna say anything? Bet not!

"So, quieter week?" Sabine asked.

[needsacatchphrase]

Passive-aggressive bar top washing counted as talking for him.

"Much," Jane agreed. "But, if you listened to the radio, it was busy for everyone."