bar hopping

Talky angel

Requested by lizz0918 - Inspiration: The 1975 - Talk!

Summary: Sam and Dean took Cas barhopping. And you never expected Cas so annoying! Lucky you, Dean is keeping you some company.

Words: ~ 700

Warnings: -


You hear loud voices from the entrance. A quick look at the watch let you smile. 3:16am. Probably your ‘room mates’. Sam and Dean decided to take Cas on a tour. Bar-hopping. Grinning, you continue your video-game. The chant of growling men rises, they´re just a few steps away.
You know the boys when they´re drunk. And you still love them!… But they are so annoying!
You lower yourself into the couch, hoping they don´t spot you. Or the TV. Or Trevor burning down a car. A deep sigh releasing, you wait for them to sight you.
“Y/N!” Cas voice sounds through the bunker. An awkward smile upon your face, you arise a bit, turning to the boys. And now you see it: Cas is the only one who causes all the noise. He´s supported by the Winchesters, mirroring your agonized smile.
“Y/N! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” He rushes forward, slumping next to you, pulling his legs on the couch, hooking one arm under yours, his head resting on your shoulder. Not trying to sigh again, you continue playing GTA.
“Oooooh! Look at Travor Bravor! Travor Bravor the brave!”
Really? You just want to…
“Y/N?” Sams calm voice draws your attention. Still smiling, you look up to him, meeting his tired eyes.
“Shall we…?”
“Naah, I can handle this. Thanks Sammy!” He nods before turning around and leaving. Dean walks into the kitchen. You hear the fridge open, bottles clinking, and soon after something rustling. With a deep sigh, Dean slumps down next to you, opening a beer and passing it to you.
“I want a beery weary, too!” Cas whimpering let you flinch.
“For gods sake, angelface! You truly had enough!” Feeling Cas leaning forward, looking at Dean, you hear the barely audible hiss: “Don´t you mention my fathers name!”
“Daddy issues, Cas?” Dean chuckles.
Taking a sip of your beer, you feel like having a clingy kid on the one side, your best friend on the other. Together babysitting the angel. The oldest one.

And it´s quite funny! You are chatting about all kinds of stuff: video-games, hunting, music, cars and of course annoying little angels. You end your story about being lucky because you didn´t heard the alarm, as Cas suddenly snaps up, cupping your cheeks, his face an inch from yours away, whispering: “We don´t got alarms. We just use my dad´s arms.
Silence.
“… What the fuck, Cas?”
Controller throwing on Deans lap, you grab Cas´ wrists to force him aside. Shushing him, you watch Dean grinning like a huge idiot, continuing your preparation for the bank robbery.
“What have you given him that he´s so…” You look over to Cas, to shifts around, lying his head in your lap, singing 'I´d be an anchor but I´m scared you´d drown’. “So vivid!”
“Tequila.” Is the short answer you receive. He´s clearly into the game.
“Tequila? You gave our house-angel Tequila?” You have to raise your voice to drown out Cas´ singing. Seeing Dean chuckle, taking another sip and keep on gaming, makes you giggle yourself. With Cas´ head in your lap you run your fingers through his hair. Discussing the strategy how Dean has to get into the building, you try to put Cas asleep – his chanting slowly getting quieter.
“Hey, listen, sweetheart…” Deans voice is hesistant.
“Huh?”
“It´s great to have you here.”
“Ah shut up! You´re just happy that I brought the Playstation into the bunker.”
“No, really!” Franklin stops on the street, making you look at Dean. His beautiful green eyes, intensified by the TV, a shy smirk on his lips. The two of you stare at each other, your lips slightly apart.
And I’ve been thinking lots about your mouth!“ Dean and you jolt up by Cas´ outcry. You blush, looking down at Cas, shushing him again. Dean, licking his lips, continues his gaming.
Hearing the angel mumbling 'I think you’re trying too hard with your lungs in tar’, you stroke his jawline, thinking about Dean…
“Why does he talk so?” You face Dean again – he´s extremely focused on the game.
“Don´t know. But we´re lucky he doesn´t speak enochian. That is loud.”
Dean looks up to you, smiling the sweetest smile you´ve ever seen.


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I Hung Out With Ed Sheeran: AKA Chances Taken Pay Off

Last night was so surreal I am still trying to decide if it was a dream or not. When MSG was announced, I felt a strange pull to go. More than wanting to see the concert and visit NYC, I felt this odd vibe telling me that it would be more than worth my while to take the trip. It was strange, because I didn’t think that there was any truth to it, but the feeling of “Kirstie, you NEED to go to this show.” wouldn’t go away. So I said fuck it, put the trip on a credit card and went. Totally out of character for me to do something like that, but man did it pay off. After what can only be described as the single best live performance I’ve seen (review to come later this week,) my friend and I went bar hopping. At around 2AM we found this little place that was completely dead and just sat down for a drink. The place had maybe 2 or 3 other people in it, but from the basement level of the bar you could hear a lot of noise; a party. We just assumed that’s where the crowd was so walked toward the stairs. Before we could reach them we noticed a security guy standing at the top of the stairs. We asked if we could go down and he said no, so we just took a seat with no mind to it. Probably some rich person hosting a private event. It’s NYC. That happens. No big deal. People kept coming up and going down the stairs, most all of them with accents from places around the world. Again I didn’t think of it as a big deal, because it’s New York and accents are so common. Then a couple gentlemen walked passed saying, “Yes, her name is Tori Kelly and…” I looked at my friend and was like, “You don’t think..?” No, no. We must be crazy, we just have Ed on the brain from the show. Then out of the basement area walks Stuart Camp, Ed’s manager who I recognized from photos. I looked at my friend Alicia and said, “I know you won’t believe me, but that was Ed’s manager. That party is for him.” She still didn’t quite think it was possible so we went on chatting with the security guard. Not like us to go where we are not invited. We just stayed upstairs. Eventually I had to go to the restroom, so I left the table and walked down the back stairs to the bathrooms. When I walked out of the bathroom I took a wrong turn and ended in the room where the party was held. I look over and there is Ed laughing, chatting it up with Tori Kelly and others. This isn’t really happening, I told myself. I thought I would get kicked out, and I truly didn’t intend on being the kind of person who forces their way into a private event. I believe celebrities and their privacy should be respected. I went to turn and leave before someone realized I wasn’t allowed in but was caught by Musa Okwonga, a talented poet and friend of Ed’s. He made a joke and we got to talking. He was so friendly and sweet. He inquired about where I was from, shocked that I had come all the way from Austin to see Ed. He asked if I’d met him yet, to which I replied no. Musa insisted he introduce me. I agreed, feeling less invasive because now I had been invited to be a part of this and relieved because no one assumed I had any intentions other than just hanging out and getting to know everyone. He walked me over to Ed, telling him I flew from Texas to see him. Musa said, “She was shy to meet you!” Ed laughed and I said, “Well technically shy isn’t the right term. I work in casting so I understand that people need their space. I wanted to respect that.” Ed smiled, shook his head a bit and sighed as if to say, “How rare.” as he hugged me. I complimented the show and we chatted for only a moment until he was pulled away by friends. Before he left he kissed my hand and said, “Lovely to meet you.” While Ed chatted with friends I got to talking with Tori Kelly. I told her how well she performed and asked her if she had any tips on haircare for curls. Girls can always bond over hair, haha! By this point Alicia had come down to meet me. We made the rounds, having wonderful conversations with Ed’s parents and friends. His mother is an absolute sweetheart with a bright smile that makes you feel welcome immediately. His dad is quite a character. Very fun to talk to and such a proud father. I met Ed’s brother, Matthew, who I was told by Musa is the honest one who tells Ed exactly what he needs to hear. I chatted a while with Tori’s vocal coach, Billy and met Antonio Lulic and Jodi Ann Bickley. Everyone was so humble, down to Earth and sweet. Musa asked me if I had gotten a picture with Ed, and I explained that I didn’t want to bother him while he was celebrating. Musa said, “See, that’s why I wanted to introduce you to him. At the end of the day we are all just people. You are obviously here just to get to know us.” I was so glad that was evident, and that even though I am a fan I didn’t come off as one with an agenda. Ed left a bit but came back to say his goodbyes. He made the rounds, giving huge drunken hugs to friends, freestyle rapping a bit with Musa before heading out. He kissed all the ladies on the cheek, one by one as he said goodbye. He came up to me and said, “Great to meet you darling.” and kissed me. He gave one last hug and went on his way. We continued to hang out with Musa, Antonio and Jodi. The night ended and the bar cleared. We said our goodbyes and “lovely to meet you”s and went on our way. As I sit typing this in my NYC hotel room that I have yet to pay off on my credit card, I realize that you can’t deny the feelings inside that urge you to do something. Had I let my fear of the unknown and spontaneous stop me, I would have not experienced last night. I met wonderful people, including an artist who I truly respect and adore as both a musician and a person. The stories you hear about him are true. Everyone there had nothing but amazing things to say about Ed, and seeing as not one time did someone ask me “Are you really supposed to be here?” it is evident that Ed and the people he surrounds himself with are all really just looking to get to know one another and celebrate life.

10

I recommend getting out of the city when in Cozumel, Mexico.

Rent a scooter…..

Go bar hopping…..

Tip 1:  Stay on the bicycle path if your are drinking and riding.

Tip 2:  Watch out for the drunks driving cars on the bicycle path.

Leica M9

Voigtlander 35mm Skopar PII 

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Bar Hopping || Im x Calliope

Tucked into a corner of the bar with her ale sweating all over her hand, Calliope looked around the place and took in the patrons and the atmosphere; a bit upbeat for a bar, the dance floor was healthily packed with people of varying levels of sobriety, and the bar was busy, all the stools filled and people clamoring good-naturedly around the pool tables and TVs. It wasn’t a bad place to spend a Saturday night, and Calliope silently congratulated herself on going out in public when it was usually so hard for her. She didn’t have the best track record in crowds.

A woman walked in that immediately drew Cal’s eye, something about her frame registering familarly with the twenty five year old as she studied the striking lady. Her hair was black with a high sheen to it that seemed almost metallic, and her eyes, wide and doe-like, seemed to be catching others in headlights rather than be stuck in them. Calliope knew absently that she was staring, but she couldn’t quite help it. How did she know her…?

Bar Hopping|| Darren and Hanna

Darren could still hear the crowd applauding when he left the stage after bow and ducked out towards his dressing room. The show had been great, but it didn’t leave him with the feeling it used to. He used to feel like he was king of the world after leaving that stage, and now he just felt kind of meh. He didn’t feel bad, he didn’t feel good, he just felt stuck. 

He headed back to his dressing room and took his stage makeup off before slipping out of the uncomfortably tight Fiyero pants and into his comfy jeans. He switched his costume shirt out for a t-shirt with The Flash’s logo on the front, stretching as he did so. As he slid out of his shoes and into a pair of black Converse, Darren ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up it to make it look like he was going out on the town and not to a wedding or a funeral. He grabbed his wallet from the vanity and shoved it into his back pocket, heading out of his dressing room towards the stage-door. 

He looked around quickly to see if Lizzie was out and about backstage, but he saw her door closed. He didn’t want to keep Hanna waiting, and he was excited to be out and find new bars. Quickly, he sent Lizzie a quick text telling her she did a great job and he would see her later, complete with a smiley face emoji. 

A nagging thought that had been eating at him ever since his conversation with Evie found its way into his head. It told him he sucked at being a boyfriend, that Lizzie deserved someone better than him, that he was an ingrate because he felt trapped, but Darren shook the thoughts away. He inhaled deeply and exhaled  before heading out the stage-door and into the flash of cameras and the teen girls yelling his name. 

Darren signed a few autographs and guest starred in a few selfies before waving goodbye to his fans and locating Hanna near the end of the crowd. He smiled at his friend, excited to be getting out and doing something other than going home to Sadie and watching some lame superhero movie on Netflix. He waved at Hanna as he approached, “Hey,” he said in greeting, “you ready?