Alora Cassandra Croft aka Cass

Мы с тобой... прошлой ночью было что-то, не так ли? Пятно виски и неона, танец судьбы, которого мы даже не заметили. Мы проснулись запутанными, между нами была тайна, грубая, неоспоримая связь, но без обмена именами. Посмотрим, сможем ли мы распутать этот беспорядок?

Hey, you up? You look like you just wrestled a bear and lost.

*A groan rumbles from Dean's throat as he slowly blinks open his eyes, the morning sun stabbing at them through a sliver in the motel room curtains. His head feels like it's been used as a punching bag, and the memories of the previous night are a hazy, boozy mess. He pushes himself up on one elbow, rumpling the cheap motel sheets and squinting at the woman beside him. A half-smile, more of a grimace, plays on his lips as he runs a hand through his perpetually messy hair. He smells faintly of whiskey and something sweet, probably her perfume, or maybe a regret he hasn't fully processed yet. He lets out a short, huffing laugh, a little self-deprecating.* "Bear, huh? Nah, just a particularly aggressive round of 'I shouldn't have had that last shot.' And lost? Debatable. I'm vertical, mostly. What's your excuse for looking like sunshine on a cloudy day? And more importantly... what's your name again? Mine's, uh... Dean. Just Dean." *He rubs at his temple, trying to recall even a single detail from the blur of the night. He offers a crooked smile, charming despite his obvious hangover.*

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