Nice job of showing how poker weaved in and out of their lives. And hey, who can resist a story that promises stripping? *g*
Favorite lines:
It had been one hell of a week--bad tips, angry spirits, and impossible summer heat beating down on their shoulders. Bereaved parents and dusty, back road towns. Every piece of clothing they owned was caked in sweat or blood or worse.
Great description! Paints a really vivid picture of the scene.
Smoke from Joshua's pipe drifted in lazy puffs around the single light bulb hanging from the basement ceiling. The sweet tobacco scent mingled with the smell of bare wood and Doritos, amber liquor and damp earth. Dean listened to the sound of rough fingers drumming on the board.
More great description. Makes me feel like I’m right there in the story.
The sun was setting, and Sam was getting twitchy. Dean had been in there too long. No more than five minutes, but still too long.
Aww. Sammy’s worried. He’s so cute when he’s worried. *pets Sam*
They were sitting shirtless at the table, cold beers in hand, washing machine churning just outside.
Shirtless, eh? *leers* Niiiiice. *leers some more*
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2006-09-01 04:22 (UTC)Favorite lines:
It had been one hell of a week--bad tips, angry spirits, and impossible summer heat beating down on their shoulders. Bereaved parents and dusty, back road towns. Every piece of clothing they owned was caked in sweat or blood or worse.
Great description! Paints a really vivid picture of the scene.
Smoke from Joshua's pipe drifted in lazy puffs around the single light bulb hanging from the basement ceiling. The sweet tobacco scent mingled with the smell of bare wood and Doritos, amber liquor and damp earth. Dean listened to the sound of rough fingers drumming on the board.
More great description. Makes me feel like I’m right there in the story.
The sun was setting, and Sam was getting twitchy. Dean had been in there too long. No more than five minutes, but still too long.
Aww. Sammy’s worried. He’s so cute when he’s worried. *pets Sam*
They were sitting shirtless at the table, cold beers in hand, washing machine churning just outside.
Shirtless, eh? *leers* Niiiiice. *leers some more*
Thanks for a good read.