Because darlin', I'm not the one with eyejuice on my hands. [A pause. The tilt of his head to make an allowance.] This time.
[This is taking too long. Dean backs a step without looking away from Beatrix, addressing Anya.]
You ready to blow this joint, princess? Or you wanna stick around for the second act?
[It's a rhetorical question. He steps back until he's beside her, and goes into a somewhat unbalanced crouch, his open hand searching for her unbroken wrist.]
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Date: 2013-10-28 02:35 am (UTC)[This is taking too long. Dean backs a step without looking away from Beatrix, addressing Anya.]
You ready to blow this joint, princess? Or you wanna stick around for the second act?
[It's a rhetorical question. He steps back until he's beside her, and goes into a somewhat unbalanced crouch, his open hand searching for her unbroken wrist.]