Saturday Night, Roof

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean held the door open for Dawn then stepped out onto the roof after her.

He'd already made a couple of trips up here earlier, before he met up with Dawn, first to pick out the perfect spot and then to bring up the blankets and pillows and food and stuff so that they could starwatch in something approaching comfort. He felt maybe a little like a dork for doing all that, but hey, if you can't be a dork for a girl, what could you be one for?

"Think this'll do?" he asked with a grin when she spotted the results of his efforts.




[ooc: locked to Dawn]

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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Wow," she said eloquently. Hey, she was busy internally squeeing. "This is great, Dean. I can't believe you went to so much trouble."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean smiled, pleased at her reaction. "Wasn't that much trouble. All this rain we've been having gave me a few days to think and plan, so it was really just a matter of execution toay."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn was grinning like a loon. "You do good work."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Dean said, grinning back just as widely. He gestured at the artfully arranged blakents and pillows. "Shall we...?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"We shall," Dawn said, sitting down on the ground and folding her legs under her. "So, what'd you do today?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Oh it's been a very full day," he said, settling down beside her. "There was just baked chocolate chip cookies for breakfast for starters, I finally met the Sam who isn't my brother and your roommate and she told me about this workshop here that I'm going to have to see if I can get access to, and I finally managed to make it to the target range this afternoon so I got a little shooting in as well. What about you? How's your day been?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"There were fresh chocolate chip cookies?" Dawn said, latching on to the truly important part of what Dean had said. "I slept late, showered, and spent the rest of the day reading. Sounds like you had a lot of fun, though."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Willow was baking up a storm in the fifth floor common room. I happened by at the time to help taste test. And today's been a total blast. Really good day." He smiled at her. "Still is."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Willow baked? And I missed it?" Dawn was seriously pouting now. "It is a good day, though. Just what I needed."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad." He dragged over the duffel bag he'd used to bring up some munchies and pulled out a soda. "Drink?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She accepted the can and popped it open. "Thanks. So, shooting and workshop stuff, huh? Sounds like you're having a very boy day."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grabbed another soda for himself and opened it. "Guess it was kinda a testosterone heavy day. If I'd thrown in a football game and eating lots of red meat, I might've devolved into just grunting like a caveman."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"My sister did that once," Dawn volunteered, "but that was because some stupid bar owner spiked the beer to get revenge on college students. She drew on walls and everything."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean looked at her. "Y'know, you're the first girl I've met who's life has been as weird as mine." He lifted his soda in a toast. "No wonder I like you so much."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She grinned and clinked her can against his. "It is nice, not having to keep secrets. I mean, you get it."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean nodded in agreement. "I get it. Being able to just be yourself and not have to stick to some dumb cover story... it's nice. Like you said."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"So, what's the dumbest cover story you've ever had to use?" Dawn asked, sipping at the soda.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean thought about that for a minute. "Probably that I was an exchange student from Latvia," he finally said.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She started giggling. "Do you speak Latvian?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

He grinned. "Not a word. And I had to do this awful accent," he said, using the same fake accent he'd used that time, eyes twinkling with humour.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Oh my god," Dawn said, still laughing. "That's horrible. Please tell me no one believed you?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sorry?" he said, going fully into the act. "I no understand. My eenglish is not so good."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"That's even worse than the gangs on PCP story that went around Sunnydale," Dawn wrapped her arms around her waist and started gasping for breath, she was laughing so hard. "Your accent is not so good, but you get points for enthusiasm and nerve."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "Dad has said I'm all nerve. Usually when he's in the middle of being exasperated at something I've done." He paused. "Gangs on PCP?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"That's what the school and police used to tell people happened when there was a big vampire attack. Which still beats the barbeque fork to the neck, come to think of it..." She stretched out on the blanket on her side, putting a pillow under her elbow.