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✎ S1E1 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ PART 6 , 2019
|"THE NAME OF THE GAME" "They're all like that?"
Dean currently sits on a chair by Hughie. Taking a sip of his drink as he listens to him and Butcher run about. His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he slips it out from the left pocket. He glances at the two, then looks back at who texted him.
❪ Kevin!!!❫ Dude, me and Starlight just hit it; you gotta try it sometime with her, man! You won't regret it!
What a douche, Dean thinks as he puts his phone away. Starlight just got with the team, and Deep is already manipulating her. I need to talk with her. It seems like Dean needs to do a lot of things lately...Stillwell was the only reason he had him as a contact, and her higher-up decided it was an excellent way to get to know your teammates. This backfired since they have yet to text, let alone leave a message on read.
"All of them? Even homelander?...Rebound?" Dean sees Hughie give a hopeful look when saying his supe name as if Hughie needs one good thing in his life to stay constant. When hearing his name, Dean turns to them and rests his head on his left palm, elbow on the table, while sipping his drink.
"Homelanders the exception. He doesn't drink, doesn't smoke. Man's a saint. Rebound, on the other hand...." Butcher paused to look at Dean. Butcher smugs at Dean before returning his gaze to Hughie. "Not much on him, other than he likes to sleep with whole lotta women. It seems your mate does nothin' illegal."
Hughie pauses momentarily and lets out a noticeable sigh but then shakes his head. "I don't- I don't know Rebound; you talk as if I knew him." Dean stops sipping and nervously scratches his stubble. He looks at the table and back to Butcher, where he finds him laughing.
Butcher smacks the table twice. "Hughie, you're a naive little lad. If only you knew...." Hughie smiles in confusion and looks at Dean; to which he only shrugs and continues to sip to ease the awkward silence.
Butcher looks at the two amused but continues to ramble on about what he's here for. "As for the rest of 'em, yeah. Pardon my French, fuck those fuckers." Well, at least I know he doesn't despise me. Dean takes another sip of his drink and looks at it to see it's near empty; he contemplates whether to leave it be or grab another drink. I kind of want out of this situation for a bit...fuck it. Another drink.
"Hey, ima get another drink. Could you uh..." Dean motions with his hand at Hughie to scoot his chair in.
Hughie looks at his chair and then up at Dean. "Yeah- yeah." Hughie scoots in, and Dean starts to walk.
