82nd Hunt [Voice | Action]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is actually sort of hiding in his office at the police station. On one hand, he likes visitors weekend. On the other hand, he dreads it.]

Carver Edlund is a crack pot. No I won't sign autographs and I don't want to hear how awesome my life is but if you're a hot chick and you've a tattoo in an interesting place, I'll be happy to take a look.

On the Chief of Police side of things, hey new guys, don't be a dick. Capisce?

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[dudeimbatman]

It's not a popular job.

[scamminbuffers]

Well, yeah. But don't you have to be elected? At lest, that's what I remember.

[dudeimbatman]

Like I said, no one wanted the job.

[scamminbuffers]

[WELL] ...Uh, well Happy late Birthday anyway, Dean. I saw Sam before, but he doesn't remember me. Do you want me to sing you a song? That's all I got on such short notice.

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean chuckles and shakes his head.] Nah, you don't have to but thanks.

How you been Didi?

[scamminbuffers]

Welcome.[she's happy to see him smile at lest]

Pretty good, actually. I'm a freshman in college now. Never thought I'd see the day, but my grades got me in. [plus a few scams for the money, but hey, no need to say that part.] I'm spreading my wings and all that crap about growing up people say.

[she looked a little older too. Her hair was shoulder length now and had more curl to it as well.]

[dudeimbatman]

Nice job, kiddo. I'm proud of you.

[scamminbuffers]

Thanks, Dean. [ah, that wink. Unforgettable?] I'm staying with someone, but you want to get a drink before i head one?

[dudeimbatman]

Yeah. Sure. I can buy you a beer.

[scamminbuffers]

Thanks, I want to hear all about this great birthday party of yours.

[dudeimbatman]

It didn't suck. [That's an improvement for his birthdays.]

[scamminbuffers]

What, no wild driving around in the Impala?

[dudeimbatman]

I don't drive wild in the Impala.

[scamminbuffers]

Shame. [she's kidding dean! see the playful smile?]