"I may be a drunk but I ain't a damn fool"
The way I would describe the inside of Rufus's house would me bachelor pad meets newly moved out young adults. Frankly I wouldn't be surprised if he slept on a lone mattress upstairs. Pushing over space on the cluttered kitchen benchtop of dirty dishes and packets of food I effortlessly hoist myself up. Dean already claimed one of the two seats at the table and Rufus by right took the other leaving me atop the kitchen bench. A couple of hours pass by and the three of us have gotten three-quarters of the scotch down. Considering we've split the bottle none of us are close to drunk. Actually no. Rufus did take a big greedy chunk out of the bottle. Considering I'm smaller than either of them I can feel the edges of my conscious growing increasingly fuzzy so I've switched to a mug of water. Yes, a mug of water. Apparently Rufus doesn't believe in dishes either.
After a couple of hours chatting Rufus is finally making conversation with Dean. Granted it took a moment and a few glasses of scotch but it's happening. Sipping on the water I listen to Rufus chuckle admiring the glass perched in his hand "You know I don't even bother drinking unless it's this stuff." Taking a sip, Rufus suggestively motions with the glass over to me "This girl darn well knows it. Been playing me with it for years."
"Please macho man", I smirk into my mug "You adore me. Don't lie to him Rufus."
Dean chuckling into his glass, Rufus hums with a knowing smirk "Nectar of the Gods boy. I'm telling you."
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Solivagant
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