foolintherain | INBOX #305682

[ It's a rude sort of offer, Castiel silently acknowledges as he makes it, more a statement of intent than proper invitation, because this is his first time meeting this friend of Dean's. He doesn't even know the boy's name, never mind his preferred method of escapism from an overly cruel world. Maybe he doesn't drink. Maybe he's an alcoholic. Maybe Dean hasn't taught him what the word "shitfaced" means yet, and he has no idea what he's agreeing to.

But if there's one thing Cas has learned from his time, however paradoxical it was, spent as a human, it's that no person really wants to be alone. (Neither do the majority of furry, burrowing animals, which Bolin is already beginning to remind him of.) And neither does Castiel. So, when Bolin accepts, Castiel gives him a watery but grateful smile and nods. ]

Thank you.

[ He reaches out towards Bolin with three fingers, as if in benediction, wings unfurling in the dimension beside them, only to pause and, belatedly, to look over at the red panda on the bed. ]

Would you like to bring your friend?

[Bolin looks from Cas to Pabu and sucks his teeth to make a small squeak. Pabu is up and over in a heartbeat, bounding up Bolin's shoulder and down into the protective warmth of his shirt. It's fine. They do this all the time. Pabu, besides being an omen and this a literal extension of Bolin, really is an extension of Bolin. He is always near by, and very often exactly where he is now, a lump of fire ferret against the man's stomach, held in by a green sash belt.]

Thanks, he's important to me.

[Goes without saying but Bolin is a very open book, and takes the offered hand. Fingers. Why three.

He isn't sure where they're going or what, exactly, they're going to do.. but anything is better than sitting here.]

Of course.

[ Watching the creature respond to Bolin so readily and make itself at home in his shirt is actually adorable, and Castiel looks a bit wistful. It must be nice to be that close to one's omen. Castiel's (if that's what the three-eyed wolf that watches him from the shadows is) is far more distant.

He's disturbed from his thoughts when Bolin grabs his hand. ]

That's not— ...Alright.

[ Awkward, definitely, but Castiel looks at their joined hands for a moment before deciding that sure, this is fine. He clasps Bolin's hand more fully, and just then, in an instant, there's a burst of wind, a sideways tug, like a fishing line attached to Bolin's stomach is being suddenly pulled taut. The room goes rainbow-black, like an oil slick film coated on the back of Bolin's eyes, and then—

In the blink of an eye, they're somewhere else entirely. They haven't left Cellar Door, but they're in a very noisy bar called Earmworm. The lights flash neon and there's familiar, energetic music playing Bolin's ear, customized to his preference. Cas hears the first jumpy chords of The Song Remains the Same, and with a reassuring hand on Bolin's back, he guides him along towards the bar. ]

[Well look if you stick your fingers out like that he's going to take them. It just is what it is.

But also Bolin is the kind of person who just takes things without realizing. While he's distracted you can hand him just about anything and he won't question it until it's way too late. There have been many pranks at his expense because of it.

What he is not expecting is the sudden, sideways gut thump of teleportation and when they land he counts his lucky stars he didn't pee himself. What the heck--

Castiel really is a great spirit, holy moly..

He looks around, wide eyed before the angel guides him and he moves without hesitation. Bolin has never been to Earworm but by everyone's clothes and the giant slug on stage he's sure they're still in trench.

It's like a two minute walk, was the blinking really necessary??]

Where are we?

[ Why walk when you can fly?? Cas has wings again; he damn well is going to use them every chance he gets. Besides, with the Lamps around, it's not like people aren't ~~apparting~~ teleporting all the time. ]

Earworm.

[ Cas answers, and though the smells and the sounds are more distinct now than they ever were before, like a fractal painting that used to be dreamily impressionistic, the familiarity of the place has him relaxing anyway. And walking very eagerly to the bar, with Bolin in tow. Bolin must find it at home too, Cas thinks. It's a glorified dirt hole in the ground, after all. ]

That's Lady Bop: the owner of this place. She's responsible for the music you're hearing.

[ He gestures with a nod towards the stage, finally releasing Bolin once they're at the bar and Castiel is able to pull himself out a seat and order himself a bottle— yes, an entire bottle, thank you— of what passes for the worm excretion equivalent of Everclear. ]

She's no Madam Generosity, but she knows how to have a good time.

[ The bottle he receives is served with a glass. Castiel pours a very small sip into it and pushes it in Bolin's direction, then upends the bottle for himself, drinking a good quarter of it one very long guzzle. ]

[Oh Damn. We're going hard, huh. Just like that?

Just like that, apparently.

But you know what? Fuck it. This moment is as good as any. Usually Bo drowns his feelings in noodles but this feels like the adult version of that and he's ready.

They don't have to speak much. What is there to say? So he nods and drinks and coughs because oh- oh spirits that is- that is like swallowing a boar-u-pine backwards.]

Hoooooooooooo--

[Cough, hack, IT BURNS! He slaps his hand on the bar a few times while his eyes well up but once he's got control of himself and he's fair sure he isn't going to throw up he grabs his glass and thrusts it forward.]

More!

INBOX #305682

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject