( it's so loud, she doesn't have much room to be sassy. luckily, she was blessed with nearly perfect eyebrows and it makes it easy to answer without words, clear press x to doubt painted on her features and in the quirk of her brow.
though, learning to chug from a bunch of hunters does somehow track. they're like the frat boys of the supernatural world.
since she's just as likely to get a headache from super-pumped bass on super hearing, it's easy to agree to. and besides, once they get out of here, might be nice to still be able to hear each other and not angry ringing in their ears. instead, she focuses on the music, getting lost in it. finding the sing of the alcohol and the coaxing of the rhythm.
he leads, and she'll follow. it might not be dancing, but hopefully she can coax him into the enjoyable mindlessness of the movement. it's fun, in its own way. something of the modern world with experiencing, despite itself. )
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though, learning to chug from a bunch of hunters does somehow track. they're like the frat boys of the supernatural world.
since she's just as likely to get a headache from super-pumped bass on super hearing, it's easy to agree to. and besides, once they get out of here, might be nice to still be able to hear each other and not angry ringing in their ears. instead, she focuses on the music, getting lost in it. finding the sing of the alcohol and the coaxing of the rhythm.
he leads, and she'll follow. it might not be dancing, but hopefully she can coax him into the enjoyable mindlessness of the movement. it's fun, in its own way. something of the modern world with experiencing, despite itself. )