[ Some people just need to loosen up, right. This is fun! Just a couple of consenting, supernaturally powered adults. Not that Laura knows that John is supernaturally powered or anything--he doesn't smell like anything she's ever met before, to say the least. Nothing in her is having a freakout about being near him, though, and that? That is a good sign.
Considering the immense freakout her senses had when she first met Dean? Yeah. This is a very good sign. ]
I might just take you up on that. [ And that with that, she finishes off her beer and clunks it down on the bar. ] Maybe we can get to know each other.
[ Absolutely consenting, supernaturally powered adults. Which, he can tell Laura is something, he just isn't quite sure what yet. She's different from that one werewolf in Kentucky that he and Dave had to deal with, but she's also a looooot cleaner than it was, too. With all of her teeth, even. That was a major bonus. So he's flying in the dark on this one, which isn't new in the least bit at least, and it's actually pretty fun.
If he gets eaten for his troubles, then so be it. Dave will have been right, and something will... well, have just killed him. Again. Whatever, day in the life of John Cheese. ]
I'm down for that. [ He raises his beer in a toast, before knocking back the rest of it in one long swig. Clunking it down with hers, he-- in a picture of absolute charm-- shields a low belch behind his hand, sweeping it out in a dramatic gesture afterwards. ] After you.
[ There are some women in the world who would be disgusted by that. Laura is not one of those women, and she cracks up as he spreads his hand, snickering and sliding off of her barstool, holding out her arm.
...Absentmindedly, it occurs to her that maybe, just maybe, she should text Derek, and as she waits for John, she shoots off something quick-- stay at stiles's tonight--and then turns the phone off. Nope. Having fun tonight. ]
[ The moment Derek gets the text, he puts the phone as far away from him as he can. He does not want to know, he does not want to think about it, he is just not going to deal with it.
John, on the other hand, makes sure to tell everyone but Dave face-to-face that he'll be gone for a while. Don't worry, he's totally fine. And then once they're away from the bar he'll text his friend so that he can't stop him. He'll apologize later, anyways. Somehow.
Probably with alcohol.
That taken care of, he hooks his arm with Laura's calm as can be. ]
[ If you're not expecting a five text long string about how bad of an idea it is to sleep with random women in a town that's supernaturally possessed, John, you idiot, do you remember what happened last time we had to help a girl with a pretty face, then you are completely wrong.
Laura's hand comes up to cover his on her arm, and she looks at him out of the corner of her eye, slyly teasing. ] So, since you've never performed here before, is this going to be a two man backstage tour? Learning all the little intricacies of Beacon Hills.
[ Nope, he expects the longest string of texts known to man about the many times that he's deigned to help a pretty face with a supernatural problem, or thought to get some tail when in the middle of dealing with some freaky bullshit in a town in the middle of nowhere. Dave is reliable like that.
Arching his eyebrows, John tilts his head to the side as if considering, before he rolls it back around, expression as if he's biting back a grin. ] Think of it as an adventure. You know the place, I don't, but we can find all the interesting shit everybody else misses on a daily basis?
I dunno, you might say I'm pretty sharp. [ But she returns the favor with a smile of her own, flirtatious and playful, and leads them towards the exit of the bar. ] Beacon Hills is just a slice of suburbia, really.
[ With werewolves, hunters, the occasional witch, lizard people... ] But I think it's fun if you look in the right places.
Then this'll be fun. [ That's when the grin actually breaks free, equal levels flirtatious and playful and maybe a touch bit on the wilder side. No one can say that he's not zany on any given day, but at least it's never boring. ]
At least I'm a fresh eye to the place? We'll see what we can scrounge up.
Sounds like a plan. Should we hit the supposedly haunted high school, the graveyard off of fourth street, or the forest, also supposedly full of monsters?
[ Her voice sounds like she's teasing. She only sort of is. There's something endlessly attractive about that grin, the wildness behind it, and Laura is suddenly incredibly pleased with her decision. ]
Oooh, spooky. Not sure how two grown adults creeping around a high school would go-- [ How unaware you are, John. ] --so I'd vote one of the other two, if you're going to give me the full run of the Beacon Hills Spook Society.
[ He sounds just as teasing, honestly, but she's got his interest legitimately piqued now. Any normal person would be incredibly wary about going off into the night with a stranger to a cemetery or out in the wood, but he's never been normal. Even before his life got derailed by the sauce, he's always been more than willing to go along with things that promise to be interesting.
Laura? Promises to be interesting. ]
Just disappointed I didn't bring my camera with me, I could've done my Japanese tourist impersonation.
[ She almost laughs at the first comment, although not for the reason John might imagine--because high schoolers and adults in Beacon Hills seems to kind of be a common theme-- but Laura turns to him and gives him a grin, dropping her arm from his and offering her hand, instead. ]
Woods it is.
[ Laura knows the woods better than the park rangers, she'd wager. It'll be quiet, with no distracting scents or sounds--the perfect place to get a good reading on John, and have a little fun, too. His last joke does make her snort, and she digs around in her pockets, pulling up her cellphone and tossing it to him. ]
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Considering the immense freakout her senses had when she first met Dean? Yeah. This is a very good sign. ]
I might just take you up on that. [ And that with that, she finishes off her beer and clunks it down on the bar. ] Maybe we can get to know each other.
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If he gets eaten for his troubles, then so be it. Dave will have been right, and something will... well, have just killed him. Again. Whatever, day in the life of John Cheese. ]
I'm down for that. [ He raises his beer in a toast, before knocking back the rest of it in one long swig. Clunking it down with hers, he-- in a picture of absolute charm-- shields a low belch behind his hand, sweeping it out in a dramatic gesture afterwards. ] After you.
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...Absentmindedly, it occurs to her that maybe, just maybe, she should text Derek, and as she waits for John, she shoots off something quick-- stay at stiles's tonight--and then turns the phone off. Nope. Having fun tonight. ]
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John, on the other hand, makes sure to tell everyone but Dave face-to-face that he'll be gone for a while. Don't worry, he's totally fine. And then once they're away from the bar he'll text his friend so that he can't stop him. He'll apologize later, anyways. Somehow.
Probably with alcohol.
That taken care of, he hooks his arm with Laura's calm as can be. ]
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Laura's hand comes up to cover his on her arm, and she looks at him out of the corner of her eye, slyly teasing. ] So, since you've never performed here before, is this going to be a two man backstage tour? Learning all the little intricacies of Beacon Hills.
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Arching his eyebrows, John tilts his head to the side as if considering, before he rolls it back around, expression as if he's biting back a grin. ] Think of it as an adventure. You know the place, I don't, but we can find all the interesting shit everybody else misses on a daily basis?
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I dunno, you might say I'm pretty sharp. [ But she returns the favor with a smile of her own, flirtatious and playful, and leads them towards the exit of the bar. ] Beacon Hills is just a slice of suburbia, really.
[ With werewolves, hunters, the occasional witch, lizard people... ] But I think it's fun if you look in the right places.
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Then this'll be fun. [ That's when the grin actually breaks free, equal levels flirtatious and playful and maybe a touch bit on the wilder side. No one can say that he's not zany on any given day, but at least it's never boring. ]
At least I'm a fresh eye to the place? We'll see what we can scrounge up.
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[ Her voice sounds like she's teasing. She only sort of is. There's something endlessly attractive about that grin, the wildness behind it, and Laura is suddenly incredibly pleased with her decision. ]
Up to you, tourist.
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[ He sounds just as teasing, honestly, but she's got his interest legitimately piqued now. Any normal person would be incredibly wary about going off into the night with a stranger to a cemetery or out in the wood, but he's never been normal. Even before his life got derailed by the sauce, he's always been more than willing to go along with things that promise to be interesting.
Laura? Promises to be interesting. ]
Just disappointed I didn't bring my camera with me, I could've done my Japanese tourist impersonation.
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Woods it is.
[ Laura knows the woods better than the park rangers, she'd wager. It'll be quiet, with no distracting scents or sounds--the perfect place to get a good reading on John, and have a little fun, too. His last joke does make her snort, and she digs around in her pockets, pulling up her cellphone and tossing it to him. ]
It's not much of a camera...