newredshoes: possum, "How embarrassing!" (dubious Dean is dubious.)
my love, I am the speed of sound ([personal profile] newredshoes) wrote in [personal profile] allfireburns 2008-07-07 02:29 am (UTC)

...Okay, I got distracted by "Breaking News." SHOW.




"You want me to take care of this? 'Cause I can, you know."

"Dude." Dean reaches for Matt's shot glass. "I think you've had enough."

"No, really," Matt insists, pulling back. "I'm in Hollywood. I know people. I know people who know people. You could have a real future here."

Dean smiles, tolerant but not for long. "Thanks, but I think I've had my fill of the keg of glory."

"The keg of glory was not made of--" Matt frowns down at his hand. "What were these again?"

Dean tries to pry Matt off the glass again. "Purple nurples."

Matt looks perturbed. "What, did you make that up?"

Dean sighs. "Sadly not." He tugs again. "You gonna let me help you now or not?"

Matt's head sways back and forth. "I don't get it. How is it they let you into our prop room?"

Dean flashes a movie star grin, half-wink and all. "I'm one hell of a PA."

"What did you need there?"

Dean cocks an eyebrow at him. "What do you remember about tonight?"

Matt blinks. "Cal, and there was--stuff flying--"

"Yeah, okay, we're done." Dean claps him on the back and stands up. "Come on, buddy, I've been thanked enough. You've got some heavyweight sleeping off to do."

Matt also stands, though he wobbles somewhat. "Did I see something tonight?"

Dean spreads his hands. "Unless it was me with that Samantha chick, which," he pauses to whistle, "is just between you, me and the wall, no." That smile again. "Nothing more unusual than your average night on the Strip."

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