↓ 032 well it could be worse... I could've woken up as Dean

[sent_farfaraway]

[so Ruby woke up, pushed dark brown - nearly black hair out of her eyes and promptly panicked. Then after a bit of that, she realized it was just some crazy loss and at least she hadn't been pushed into that shorter -- bitchier -- body. Ruby didn't recognize herself though since at the time this demon popped onto the scene she had been helping Bobby fix the Colt... as far as she can tell this is just excellent timing... since she wasn't really feeling like herself anyway. Tight jeans, push-up bra and a red low-cut top later and she's milling about the castle slightly relieved to be in cognito for a little bit]


[ooc: loss start]

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[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

I figured. I just thought I'd make it clear.

[sent_farfaraway]

Well thanks for the clarification. I'm [thinks of a name and almost goes with Jessica but figures eh it's not going to do much harm at this point] Ruby.

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

Grif.

[sent_farfaraway]

So, Grif, what are you up to tonight?

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

As far as I know, nothing.

[sent_farfaraway]

Well this is your lucky day then, because I'm giving you some plans for the night. We're going to go to the bar and we're going to drink. Sound good?

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[...!]

Seriously?

[DAMN, today's really is his lucky day. He's even willing to overlook the fact that the castle is going to turn anything in drinks non alcoholic on him]

Sounds good to me.

[sent_farfaraway]

[she laughs, she loves making someone's day a bit brighter -- well evening]

Yeah seriously, you pick Lux or Deathmatch.

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[Deathmatch... they're likely to see the other guys he knows... which on one hand might be annoying if they bug them... but awesome if they see who he's with... so...]

Deathmatch.

[sent_farfaraway]

[slips her arm into his armor'd up arm and smirks]

Lead the way.

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[god damn, this is probably some sort of joke, but what the fuck ever, right now it's awesome]

Sure thing!

[and if you'd like, time skip to bar?]

[sent_farfaraway]

[and time skip to the bar as they walk in Ruby still with her arm through Grif's and she doesn't even care about the armor. Heck it's sort of like herself only... shinier on the outside and all mystery on the inside]

Booth or bar?

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[Grif... a man of mystery... yeah, his mun couldn't type that without laughing]

Uh... [he gets to make the decision? Wow, most girls he's gone out with just tell him what to do] Either works for me.

[sent_farfaraway]

[she glances around and opts for a booth, you know the sort of booth that's dimly lit and yeah she's pushing her luck and she knows it but it's not her body... and Sam's away, and everyone is mad at her so she drags her new pal Grif toward the booth and settles in across from him]

So. Grif. What's with the get up?

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

The what? Oh, the armor. Yeah, pretty much standard issue for all soldiers in the red army.

[sent_farfaraway]

The Red Army... huh.

[hey a waitress Ruby will have.. huh that's odd--]

I'll have a Hurricane. [shakes her head cause since when did she drink those?]

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

Right. You know, the guys that fight the blue army?

[ah shit... this part... wistful look at the bar that can't be seen behind the helmet. All that beautiful booze ;;]

[to waitress] Whatever works for me. [wait, should look manly] Just make sure it's something strong.

[sent_farfaraway]

Must've missed the memo. Any reason why you fight the Blue Army?

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[...]

They're blue and we're red?

[sent_farfaraway]

Seems a bit racist... colorist? [shrugs and hey look at that when she shrugs her boobs seem bigger but she leans back in the booth regardless]

Did they do something to you? The Blues I mean?

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he's looking alright]

What?

Oh uh... I dunno. I don't really care that much, I'm just doing my time before I can get out. They must have done something though.

[sent_farfaraway]

Oh... one of those sort of battles. Well that bites.

So are there many of you here? The Red Army guys?

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

No kidding.

Right now just me, Simmons and Donut. There are three blues here too, and some freelancers.

[sent_farfaraway]

Even odds? That's nice, I take it the freelancers are trouble? They usually are the ones you can't rely on in my field at least. The ones that consider themselves "specialists" are tricky.

[encryptedlock]

[...Is the infiltration specialist Freelancer spying on you? Maybe.]