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[anewlanguage]

You know, Dean? Dean, you might be right. Maybe half right.

[Some six hours after Barbara's post, Cain is completely stinking drunk. But he's also feeling more sociable, and between swigs or statements he hums a song, occasionally mumbling the lyrics.]

...Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine...

I'm not rethinking stopping being a pacifist, but I oughta say I'm feeling like doing target practice, and the boat's not real steady under my feet, you get what I mean. So hurry on down, clear out my gun cache.

Knives, too.

[He takes a healthy swallow from the bottle.]

dreadful sorry, Clementine...

[The feed cuts about halfway through that chorus

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[spam]

[routemistress]

[She doesn't say anything. She can't say it'll be all right because it isn't. She can't dash out to look for Cass because she already knows that won't work.

And she won't tell him a damn thing about how to feel his feelings. She's just there, feeling them along with him, unless or until he tells her not to.]

[spam]

[anewlanguage]

[He can't think of anything but Cassandra, but talking about her, putting a name to it, is horrifying.]

You know what I could go for?

[spam]

[routemistress]

[She doesn't expect him to: what is there to say?]

Try anything once except necrophilia and country dancing, lovey.

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[anewlanguage]

Vampires count as necrophilia don't they?

[He is thoroughly derailed from whatever he'd meant to say originally, but this isn't a bad change of direction]

[surfaceshine]

What the fuck are you talking about?

[He doesn't know about how Cass connects to Cain; what he knows is people are killing people, this asshole has danger written into him, and now he's drunk and singing about Clementine and calling him out on the network.

He's still worn through and tired, but he will still put someone in the ground.]

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[routemistress]

he is very drunk and his daughter just vanished

other Dean used to be his warden

it would be a great favour to me if you played along and I always pay my favours back <3 <3

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[surfaceshine]

play along HOW

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[routemistress]

just try not to get in a fight with him, idk.

other Dean wasn't any more of a soothing type than you but they were good together.

just help me stand each side of him keeping the casualties low till he calms down?

[anewlanguage]

I'm talking about hell. What else would I be thinking about after all those sunny conversations with you, huh?

[He snarls a bit into the words but, despite that, can't help but be glad to see him]

[surfaceshine]

[He's not exactly calmer. He's still on edge. But...]

Way I hear it told, you've had more conversations with me than I have with you.

[anewlanguage]

Not if you consider the warden you to be a different person. And I do. And I think you do, too.

[tucky]

... You wanna kill people, too?

[She's thinking this is a Zane-esque thing.]

[anewlanguage]

No.

Opposite of that. Wish I could un-kill someone. Figure I won't fuck up and make it all worse without a gun--too familiar with 'em, you know what I mean.

Hey, Tiffany-

[tucky]

Yeah?

[anewlanguage]

You gonna stick around?

[americasdirtiest]

Clear out like you're giving 'em away?

[YES PLEASE.]

[anewlanguage]

Sure am. Course I'm gonna test you, make sure you can give 'em a good home. Come on by, kid!

[americasdirtiest]

[He's there in about two seconds -- this is the most excited he's been since, like, Christmas.

...Which was when he was last given a gun. What can he say? He's an enthusiast.]

[anewlanguage]

[Cain has given a few away by now, but when he sees Mickey he grins like a shopkeeper]

What's your name again?

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[rickitikitarr]

I'll take 'em, any of em. I'll even take them on loan, until you're ready for them again. You have nice weapons, they should go to someone who'll be good to them. I'll even just take them until the morning, if this is a matter of sobering up.

[He doesn't mind either way.]

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[anewlanguage]

Hey, you, I was hoping you'd want one. Or four.

[As for the matter of this being an overnight thing, he shakes his head, drinks deeply]

You remember what I said, about my kid? Well if you ever wonder, is it better to have 'em around and hating you, or to have 'em permanently dead, I'll tell you. Actually I won't. Cause I bet you can guess which way is better.

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[rickitikitarr]

Yeah.

[He says, shortly, thinking of Danny back home.]

I'm on my way for the pick up. Are you drinking at home, or upstairs?

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[omar]

[Things Omar likes: free weaponry.

Things Omar does not like: free weaponry in the hands of other people.

Things Omar does not trust: someone claiming to give away free weaponry for no reason. Even drunk reasons. So he slips down to Cain's cabin, lurking on the other side of the hall, watching.]

[spam]

[anewlanguage]

[It will be a while before Cain notices. He's normally very aware of other people, but when you're this drunk, it's hard to be aware of where your own feet are.

He only sees Omar because he gets up to check out the hallway, see who else might be on their way.]

Hey...here for the fire sale?

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[omar]

That depend on how much fire there be left, I suppose. And the terms of sale.