One of the last few Canadian beers I brought back from our holiday through the Pacific Northwest. This Jasmine IPA from Steamworks Brewing in Vancouver is one of the easiest drinking IPA’s I’ve had in awhile; a nice retreat from the usual San Diego hop bombs. “Bière Forte” however might be disputed by any true west coast IPA lover, but this isn’t really about alcohol percentages now is it? Jasmine IPA is a nice balance of both flavor and alcohol. And would do well against any SD SIPA.
the oilers and flames are engaged in a slap fight. every once in awhile the canucks drop by to slap the flames
the kings and ducks are engaged in legitimate warfare. the sharks are also there hiding in the weeds waiting for any available opportunity to get at the kings, but the kings only pay them a little bit of mind.
every once in awhile, everyone drops everything to shout obscenities at the kings
the yotes and knights are off to the side shooting each other with water guns
It’s raining - not that that’s new for Vancouver, it
rains more often than it does anything else. Shepard doesn’t mind. As a spacer
kid weather is still sort of novel to him, especially the PNW downpours; right now, though, it fits his mood a little too well.
There’s nothing particularly wrong, nothing to cause this
melancholy, this pointless sadness that’s like a deadweight on his shoulders
that he just can’t shake. It’s enough to make him wish there was a reason for it; Shepard’s a man of
action but there’s nothing to do here, no straightforward solution, no fix,
easy nor otherwise.
He hears Kaidan come in behind him, hears the sound of
him dumping bags and keys, hears hey,
Shepard but he doesn’t turn - he doesn’t want to drag Kaidan down with him,
doesn’t him to worry. But Kaidan knows him better than anyone, probably
recognises this better than Shepard does.
He comes to sit with him, takes his hand, and after a
“Is there anything I can do?”
The question is soft, quiet, and Shepard’s emotions twist
in the face of it, gratitude and love swirled in with the sadness.
“Always,” Kaidan says, and kisses him, before
resting his head on his shoulder, and they watch the rain, together.
To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.
A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only red, @oriona75. So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s. It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)
Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew
The five of us ended up at one of the casinos on the strip. Don’t ask me which one, because the next day it would all be a blur. Jensen bought the first round of shots and we toasted the happy couple.
“I still think you guys are nuts and totally deserve each other.” He said before downing his shot.
“You call that a toast, Jay?” I commented with a roll of my eyes. I signaled for the bartender to bring another round. I raised my glass and everyone followed suit. “Here’s to Nikki and Misha. She is officially your problem now.”
Everyone laughed as we downed our shots. Nikki made a face and gave hers to Misha to finish. “I’d like to remember my wedding night, thank you very much.”
Then a group of fans recognized us and bought us a round. Things started to get a little fuzzy after that. I remember Misha reminding us we all had panels in the morning.
Jensen, who didn’t have any official duties until the Saturday Night Special the next night, said it was early yet and ordered another round. I remember Nikki and I dancing with a bunch of fans who sent over a congratulatory round when they found out Nikki and Misha had eloped.
Jared and Misha finally came over and pulled us from the dance floor. “Come on Dancing Queen, time to go.” Jared told me as I stumbled into his arms.
“But I’m having funnn!” I giggled. “Hey Mish, guess what?” I whispered drunkenly. “You and Nikki got married!”
I don’t remember the ride back to the hotel at all.