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[Happy V-Day, everyone! Sam has been unfortunately busy this weekend. You know, working at the bars, getting convinced by certain stoner semi-angels to partake in a quick bar-hop. Or three. Or five. Also, what the fuck was in that Space Race drink? Because he felt just fine after the first hour, but then he went down like a sack of potatoes.

The black screen leaves a lot to the imagination, so far. Sam gives a tired, hungover groan and slaps around for the built-in alarm he'd set in the communications device, which is probably murderous on your guys' ears at first. When he grabs for it and peers to look at the time listed, the broadcast gives a good look at him in all of his glory -- who knew someone could have so many hickeys at once?]

Wha...

[He stares up at the ceiling, blinking wearily. This isn't... the ship...

But surely nothing crazy happened, he thinks. Just drank a little too much. He's usually super chaste and all, and it's not like he'd...

And then three blue arms reach out from the right side of the bed, curling over his chest.]

Awake already, gangly human...?

[And another copper-skinned arm reaches to pet his hair from his left. A few interesting memories resurface from the night before.]

Surprisingly durable to make up for your poor tolerance to alcohol, mmhmm.

[Sam's eyes widen rather comedically as he shoots up from the bed, dropping the video feed flat on its face again. The sounds of him shuffling back sounds close to the microphone, and there are quite a few giggling ladies, and it really makes you wonder how many are actually fitting in that bed. Judging from the way Sam is tripping over his words, he's probably floundering. Let your imaginations be your guide.]

Jesus -- what the -- I, um, sorry. I -- Wow, right. I should, should really be -- ohmygod, uh. You guys were all great, seriously, but I... Have a shift in three hours... I should...!!

[More giggling at the sound of rustling pants.]

Wow, Sam, you've gone so red; I didn't know humans could change colors! What a fascinating species.

[One of the human girls in the crowd laughs aloud.] Nah, he just goes from animal to nervous school boy in one morning flat.

Thank you for your time, ladies--

Don't you want to stay for breakfast? I know how to make pancakes!

That's really nice but--[He's just about now realizing that the feed is going, and he's too distracted to notice that he's about to trip right over someone's body on the floor.]--OOF!!

[The video THUDS, pointing at a wall. This is the most PG feed detailing a NC-17 night ever. A familiar voice -- the source of Sam's tripping -- smacks his lips while a background cacophony of the gals and guys littered around the room gossip and giggle and exchange ship names. Sam is dumbstruck.]

How many people are there?!

Ah. Morning, Sam.

Cas!?

Slow your roll, buddy, there's plenty of time for round two and three--

Ugh... Not this again...

--or four or five...

M'gonna be sick...... What was in that Space Racer...

[This is the worst.

Happy Valentine's Day.]

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is this a test]

Could it have?

Your many paramours might've been less...complimentary.

[ you've opened yourself up to all kinds of teasing, mister winchester. just because she's from '46 doesn't mean she's a prude. ]

[oh well good because he really can't turn any redder than he is in this entry anyway]

... Small mercies...

[ oh, for heaven's sake: ]

A lesser woman would have you thoroughly stuck and ridiculed for word choice like that.

[ small mercies indeed. don't make it easier for others to make fun, sam! ]

[He laughs. Self-deprecation at its finest. Sam might be pretty handsome by regular standards, but he doesn't think much of himself with, you know.]

I kinda deserve a little ridicule right about now, I think.

Well! [ her tone is stiff, but she's smiling. ] It's no fun if you welcome it.

[ stiff upper lip, chum. hold your head high. ]

It usually helps keep the ridicule in the low numbers. Welcoming it.

[He smiles a bit more genuinely. What can ya' do? Think positive, right?]

I imagine that's definitely not your style.

And which that could you possibly be inquiring about, Mister Winchester? A predilection for welcoming ridicule or...something else?

[ really! ]

I just mean... I can't see you welcoming ridicule.

I think you'd probably, uh. Give it a right hook. Just my hunch.

-- It's been known to happen. [ ... ] On more than one occasion.

Just as I thought.

I'll be sure to stay out of the way of your fist, then.

Shouldn't be so hard. Ordinarily, you seem like a nice fellow.

[ but then again, she's also the woman who found reason to shoot at captain america. ]

[He laughs behind his hand, a little embarrassed. But humored all the same.]

Ordinarily.

I wouldn't dare to account for all your hours. Nor your behaviours during them, Sam.

[ bless him, he's leveled up to being called by his christian name. ]

After today... I'll probably want to upgrade to being a boyscout for the next hundred years, so you won't even have to worry about the other hours anyway.

You'll find I wasn't wasting much time worrying in the first place. I'm not your mother, after all.

[ god forbid. she's way too young for that. ]

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