Post by Silver on Dec 14, 2010 2:26:48 GMT -5
According to this "Casey," whom she did not meet or speak to unless texting counted, she was to meet with two hunters who were in the area who would explain the whole situation to her. She wasn't stupid though. It wasn't like she was going to let herself be completely whisked away if all of this was a trap. She needed to know that whatever she was getting into, whoever these Dean and Sam Winchester people were, that they really needed her help and that this wasn't some set up to do her in. She wasn't always spot on, but she generally had a pretty good judgment when it came to people, and she hoped that whoever these two guys were would fit into her "good guys" categorization. If they didn't...well, she'd get to that if things got to that point. Until then, she had her trusty gun, a silver knife and plenty of salt on hand.
Pulling into a parking lot of a local bar, she parked her silver Corvette and peeked through the car windows to look at the place from the outside. Lights flashed intermittently upon the glass outside, blue ones that read, "Oasis." Just a typical bar, not too crowded, probably the kind of place that usually had regulars but was accustomed to newcomers as well. Locking her car behind her, Silver tucked her hair behind her ears and proceeded through the front door as she had so many times before at other bars. Coolly, she looked around. A few wandering eyes passed her way, but most people were too engaged in their conversation to pay any attention to her. No indication that the people she was looking for were already there. The bartender, a girl who looked a bit older than she was, gave her a curt smile as Silver took a seat on a bar stool, though she knew that the girl probably was getting ready to card her and send her on her way. Thank god for fake IDs.
"Can I get you anything, miss?" she said, drying her hands with a paper towel. She was obviously trying to make it look like she was busy, likely trying to make small talk with this cute guy sitting across the bar. Not that Silver could blame her. "I'm actually waiting for someone, so I think I'll just have some Pepsi until they get here. Or Coke. Whichever works for me. Oh, and by the way," Silver reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet. "I'm 21. I know I don't look it, so I figured I'd save you the trouble of having to card me later." The girl examined the ID card, and then with a surprised, yet acknowledging, "Oh, okay," and a subsequent, "I'll be right out with the Pepsi," she was off.
Silver shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket, looking around for those two hunters: Jefferson and Aiden, described by Casey as an older man and a young man, which were quite frankly descriptions vague as hell. But Casey had never replied to her text asking for a picture or a more specific depiction of the two characters. She wasn't too worried about it though, only a little irked. Hunters tended to find each other. It was like a sixth sense, a "takes one to know one" kind of thing. She would just wait patiently until the two guys walked up to her or she spotted them coming in through the door. And after that, once the bit of hunter-code talk was through, the rest would be a cinch.
Pulling into a parking lot of a local bar, she parked her silver Corvette and peeked through the car windows to look at the place from the outside. Lights flashed intermittently upon the glass outside, blue ones that read, "Oasis." Just a typical bar, not too crowded, probably the kind of place that usually had regulars but was accustomed to newcomers as well. Locking her car behind her, Silver tucked her hair behind her ears and proceeded through the front door as she had so many times before at other bars. Coolly, she looked around. A few wandering eyes passed her way, but most people were too engaged in their conversation to pay any attention to her. No indication that the people she was looking for were already there. The bartender, a girl who looked a bit older than she was, gave her a curt smile as Silver took a seat on a bar stool, though she knew that the girl probably was getting ready to card her and send her on her way. Thank god for fake IDs.
"Can I get you anything, miss?" she said, drying her hands with a paper towel. She was obviously trying to make it look like she was busy, likely trying to make small talk with this cute guy sitting across the bar. Not that Silver could blame her. "I'm actually waiting for someone, so I think I'll just have some Pepsi until they get here. Or Coke. Whichever works for me. Oh, and by the way," Silver reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet. "I'm 21. I know I don't look it, so I figured I'd save you the trouble of having to card me later." The girl examined the ID card, and then with a surprised, yet acknowledging, "Oh, okay," and a subsequent, "I'll be right out with the Pepsi," she was off.
Silver shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket, looking around for those two hunters: Jefferson and Aiden, described by Casey as an older man and a young man, which were quite frankly descriptions vague as hell. But Casey had never replied to her text asking for a picture or a more specific depiction of the two characters. She wasn't too worried about it though, only a little irked. Hunters tended to find each other. It was like a sixth sense, a "takes one to know one" kind of thing. She would just wait patiently until the two guys walked up to her or she spotted them coming in through the door. And after that, once the bit of hunter-code talk was through, the rest would be a cinch.
