There was more pool, more drinking, and a significant amount of shots shared between the hunters. Soon it wasn't clear who was winning, but they didn't really care. When it became a little too tricky to aim the pool cue, the hunters retired to a table where the beer and even a few more shots continued to flow as easily as the stories, jokes and cracks at each other.
Bobby sat in one of the comfortable leather chairs, head tilted back, snoring. His liver might be in decent shape according to Cas, but he wasn't exactly a kid anymore.
"Bobby," Sam looked over the table and the vast number of empties stacked there and nudged him. "Go to bed, man."
The old hunter sat up with a start before nodding somewhat blearily at the remaining boys. "Right. 'night boys."
He got to his feet, somewhat unsteadily and clapped a hand on Cas's shoulder. "S's a good lady Cas. Figured she'd like purple. Don't know what the hell John was thinkin with blue.." he muttered before wandering towards the door.
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Date: 2011-03-11 11:26 pm (UTC)Bobby sat in one of the comfortable leather chairs, head tilted back, snoring. His liver might be in decent shape according to Cas, but he wasn't exactly a kid anymore.
"Bobby," Sam looked over the table and the vast number of empties stacked there and nudged him. "Go to bed, man."
The old hunter sat up with a start before nodding somewhat blearily at the remaining boys. "Right. 'night boys."
He got to his feet, somewhat unsteadily and clapped a hand on Cas's shoulder. "S's a good lady Cas. Figured she'd like purple. Don't know what the hell John was thinkin with blue.." he muttered before wandering towards the door.