[ It isn't fair. It isn't fair, at all. He and Sam deserved a better childhood, a better life - but they were robbed of their mother and consequently, their father in a lot of ways. They didn't deserve the garbage hand they got dealt. Judging by this interaction, he thinks Daisy deserved better, too.
Dean holds his glass up, because if there's anything that he agrees with, it's that. ]
[ Daisy contemplates the offer for a moment, weighing her options. Finish the last of her drink now and head out to her van, which she'll drive to some remote location and fail at sleeping in the back of before starting the whole process over again tomorrow... Or stay and enjoy another drink with someone who doesn't seem like a disgusting garbage fire.
Yeah, it's really no contest. ]
Why not. Turns out the company here isn't so bad. [ Her eyes briefly move past him to two of the leering creeps against the wall, after which her expression turns into something resembling a grimace. ] Not in this particular spot, anyway.
[ Her bar is very low these days but he's the only one in the building who has surpassed expectations. Jury's out on who that says more about, him or her.
She goes for a whiskey this time, the same as him. ]
I take it you frequent this sort of establishment pretty regularly. [ She's not judging! Just making an informed guess. ]
it's unbelievably obnoxious and seems to target this account of mine, specifically
[ Yeah, fair enough. Of all the douchebags in this bar right now, he's probably the best option. In his youth, he probably would've gotten turned right the fuck down and rebuffed, but as he's gotten older and gone to hell and back (literally), he's mellowed a little, and found solace in booze and porn rather than hookups. ]
You could say that. [ Really, he probably deserves the judgment, so by all means. ] They tend to be on the way from job to job. It's convenient.
[ He's not the only one who made somewhat questionable decisions in his younger years. While Daisy had never been much for random hookups on the road, she'd certainly had a string of boyfriends who had mostly been an excuse for a place to stay. She's not particularly proud of those decisions now that she's older and moderately more stable, but she'd done what she had to in order to survive. ]
What kind of work do you do that has you traveling so much? [ Picking up the glass the bartender deposits at her elbow, she eyes the amber liquid within but doesn't try it just yet. ]
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Dean holds his glass up, because if there's anything that he agrees with, it's that. ]
I'll drink to that. You want another?
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Yeah, it's really no contest. ]
Why not. Turns out the company here isn't so bad. [ Her eyes briefly move past him to two of the leering creeps against the wall, after which her expression turns into something resembling a grimace. ] Not in this particular spot, anyway.
nice, DW didn't send me this notif :|
Yeah, places like this usually don't have the best clientele.
[ He gestures to the bartender for another round; whiskey for him, beer for her if she likes, or whatever else. ]
But the drinks are cheap and so's the jukebox.
ugh i hate the notif issue so much
She goes for a whiskey this time, the same as him. ]
I take it you frequent this sort of establishment pretty regularly. [ She's not judging! Just making an informed guess. ]
it's unbelievably obnoxious and seems to target this account of mine, specifically
You could say that. [ Really, he probably deserves the judgment, so by all means. ] They tend to be on the way from job to job. It's convenient.
how very rude of it
What kind of work do you do that has you traveling so much? [ Picking up the glass the bartender deposits at her elbow, she eyes the amber liquid within but doesn't try it just yet. ]