#paintedrune

however, when he got told sam was going to some.. poetry reading on campus, dean bailed quickly. he couldn’t think of anything more boring, not when there were clubs and bars down the road, and pretty ladies he could find himself spending the night with - now that was certainly more his scene.

which was how he found himself wandering slowly through downtown, weaving through the crowds of drunken twenty-somethings stumbling out of clubs, or queuing for another. snorting softly to himself, worn hands  slipped into tatty pockets as he joined a queue. where he was going, he wasn’t exactly sure, but it seemed like a pretty popular place.

he was allowed in quickly, a flash of his ID and a cheeky wink to the bouncer had him stepping into the dark depths of the club, the deafening sound of the music thumping in his ears. first stop ; the bar. a whiskey on the rocks as he looked around the place, what was what and who was there.

a leggy blonde caught his attention first, but then she was joined by a man - unnecessary trouble. then a tattooed brunette - ahh, and there was the girlfriend. for a moment, he considered it, he could always take both of them home. but no, also unnecessary trouble. and then his emerald gaze found a red head walking through the crowd. a pretty smile and a curve to her body. now he could see himself getting behind that. literally and figuratively. 

but when someone beat him to it, a short, older man who crowded her into a side room, dean’s brow furrowed. something about that didn’t seem right. how had no one noticed a young girl being pushed out when she was stood in front of everyone? a quick glug of his drink and it was gone, left on the side so he could follow along.