sex and white lies

Who the hell is Jason Momoa? Sounds like a girl scout cookie.

Those are Samoas and those are delicious. But no. He plays Kahl Drogo on Game of Thrones? Hot. Tattoos. Long hair. Island kind of vibe. Less pretty boy more badass, rugged, manly man.

Must you always be such a buzzkill, Joanna?

Yeeeeah. I was going more for myself, no offense. I'm not exactly a giver. Not unless it benefits me somehow.

Oh yeah? I’m not much of a believer in this so called God. So you do want something?

Jesus isn't my homie either, so I feel you on that level. Ah! Uh uh. Not so fast. I said it depends. Maybe I just like that pretty face of yours...

It’s more like having a five year old as a roommate. One that never agrees with you, as well. I wouldn’t mind the others as much, except maybe the smells bad thing.

Ew. Yeah. I can't say I blame you. I'd pick a loud mouth manslut over a whiny manchild any day. At least he doesn't smell bad on top of that? You could always try that glass half full thing. 

Whatever’s your signature drink. Mix it and pour it, I’ll drink it. 

You got it, Angel Face. Two Manhattans comin' up.

The worst decision I ever made in my life was deciding to live with Derek. Never live with your older brother, ever. Trust me on this.

What? He one of those bring-home-a-different-girl-every-night kind of guy? Loud in bed? Snores? Smells bad? 

What?

Well, I was going to see if I could manage to get your winged, holy high roller name out of you, but apparently it won't be that easy.

No offense but you’re not as hard to figure out as you’d like to be.

Oh no? Then why don't you tell me what it is you've got figured out then, sweetheart?

I always make a good point, sweetheart.  Nice to see you haven’t gotten any more mature, that probably would have turned the entire earth upside down.  Don’t you dare, I can promise you if you so much as get a drop of tequila on me your pretty little vessel will no longer have arms.

Yeah, yeah. Don't let that head of yours get too big. It'll mess up that godawful hair-do you've got going on. Why would I? Maturity makes you boring. Though, turning the world upside down I could go for. Heeey, now! Making your mascara run with a little tequila does not warrant the ripping off of my pretty meatsuit's arms. You know how hard it is to find someone who can pull off innocent and sweet without actually being twelve? It's a bitch, let me tell you.

Not really sure if I am or not. I’ll get back to you on that one. One more costumer isn’t that much more work if you ask me. You tell me.

Please do! Though, if you're anything like me you and the big guy won't see eye to eye. For most people, no. But I'm not most people and...I wasn't asking you, sweetheart. Depends on the day and whether or not I want something. 

This works both ways Casey, my dear. You spill, I spill. But only when you’ve poured those drinks. 

Hmph. I liked this much better when it was just you spilling your guts and me spilling the vodka. Fine, fine, fine. What'll it be Ms. Shiny Halo and Angel Wings?

Mmmm. I will second that. There's definitely room for improvement...

Eve really had no idea why she’d even bothered showing up to the damn thing - it wasn’t like she celebrated Christmas or even enjoyed the festivities of any given holiday - but it was better than sitting around, waiting for Crowley to show up, or waiting for anything at least semi exciting to happen.  She was trying to stay semi under the radar, seeing as she’d only gotten to the town a few days ago, and didn’t really know what kind of creatures - or hunters - it was crawling with, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she started to go stir crazy.  Clearly, she’d have to make her own meaningless amusement.  Strutting by some random, she swiftly swatted their cup of eggnog out of their hands, and had fully intended on continuing on throughout the little party, but a disturbed “Hey!"  Caught her attention, and she turned around, rolling her eyes pointedly so the person behind her would know she was unimpressed with being stopped.  "Yes?"

Christmas was honestly the dumbest of human holidays, if you asked Casey. Giving presents because a baby was born? Are you serious? Just seemed absolutely ridiculous. Might as well give them out on Arbor Day while we're at it! Still, it posed the perfect opportunity to stir up a little trouble and make sure the people in Beacon Hills knew Casey was there and that she wasn't about to go unnoticed. She'd been well on her way, too, until a familiar demon slapped the cup from Casey's hand, spilling her drink on her obnoxiously expensive shoes. "You bitch!" Casey swore, flicking the remaining alcohol from her hands and looking for something to wipe them off on. Snatching a pocket square from man behind her, Casey simply shrugged when he sputtered at the action. Tossing it back over her shoulder, Casey narrowed her eyes at Eve. "If this is going to be the only place where I can have a little fun, I'd prefer to do it sufficiently liquored up. If you continue to knock my drink from my hands, I will have a problem doing so, which would lead to us having a problem. And you know how I get when someone messes with my alcohol intake..."