Iɴ Hᴇʟʟ, I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ → sᴇᴍɪ-ᴏᴘᴇɴ

[righteously]

Who: Dean & Various
When: August
Where: Cadens & the Horizon
What: Catch-all

Warnings: Winchester-brand violence, booze, and suicidal ideation I'm sure.

I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ
Tᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ I'ᴍ ʀɪɢʜᴛ
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴ

Comments

[gynvael]

[ The faint snort Geralt gives is answer plenty. Actually, that is probably why Ciri has taken to Dean. Because he's a delight. Those are the kinds of people she grew up surrounded by—not even when she came to be with the Witchers, but as far back as her bullheaded grandmother and her drunk of a grandfather. It's familiar. Like an old blanket.

Perhaps Geralt's the same. He's never found himself with people who are easy. But then, he isn't especially easy to be around, either.

The sensation is uncomfortable, but not more than that. He keeps drinking, mostly relaxed into it. The bottle only pauses at his lips when Dean thanks him.

He lets enough silence pass to acknowledge it in sincerity before he says, ] If it's crooked, I want my coin back.

[ Never mind that he's put down not a single copper for this. ]

[righteously]

Sorry, loser. Strict no money-back policy.

( He answers, a faux-cheerfulness tempered by concentration.

Like he said, a friggin delight.

Good news: it's not crooked — even despite the fact that they pass the bottle back and forth for the next hour or two in the process. )