entrancelogs | I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men.

Who: Philip, Dean Winchester, and all the Wonderland residents ever
Where: Fifth floor, Room five
When: RIGHT. NOW.
Rating: PG for suggestive themes and the consumption of alcoholic beverages in the presence of minors.
Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. "Desperate measures" meaning ...
The Story:

It is an auspicious night. Your transmitter crackles excitedly, bearing good tidings in the form of Dean Winchester standing proudly in front of a door, Philip LaFresque at his side, expression rather put-upon. Your resident hunter beams.

"Evenin', ladies and gents!"

"Do we have t--"

"Shaddup, Phil. Come one, come al-"

"We've constructed a bar in room five on the fifth floor," Philip interrupts, stepping forward to save the day. "We all know that getting alcohol has never exactly been a problem here, but you also know that everything tastes better when you--"

"Apple-bobbing! Pie-eating contests! Classic rock! Wet t-shirt competition!"

”There is no wet t-shirt competition!”

The feed cuts short in a haze of white noise, but the offer still stands.

[[ ooc note; Both Dean and Philip will be available for separate threads, so you can interact with your friendly ~~and charming~~ bartenders. Please feel free to use the free space below to interact with anyone else in Wonderland's new ~~roadhouse~~ ~~pub~~ ~~gin joint~~ ~~speakeasy~~ whatever! :D You are not obligated to talk to either of the classy fellows behind the counter. ]]

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Long time, no see, Dean. The kid who should have given a more hipster answer to the Led Zeppelin question is hanging around room five, looking sort of out of place next to the decadent decorations.

Criminally, he has not obtained an alcoholic beverage of his own.

Alex came here to make some attempt at sociability. So, even though he's doing a fine job of blending into the background in a cloud of party-poopingness, he finally approaches Dean.

"Uh, hey."

Hipster kids tend to stand out, what with their skinny jeans, thick-rimmed glasses and tendency to wear plaid. Dean only has one out of three when it comes to hipster-isms, but fortunately, plaid is also the universal color of manliness and lumberjacks. He is therefore exempt from scrutiny.

Hipsters also drink strange beverage, like IPA, and despite Alex Kralie's dashing hipster looks, Dean is the sort of man to shun Indian Pale Ales as though they were Satan incarnate.

"Hey!"

He offers a crooked grin as he leans across the counter.

"Dude, it's been like, a million years. Where the Hell've you been and what kinda drink can I get ya?"

God, narration, stop describing Alex's outfit before you've even been told what it is. It's uncanny. And his glasses are prescription, OKAY?

"I'm fine. I just haven't gotten out much."

Roll a d6 for Detect Practiced Lie!

"What about you? ...It looks like you've had fun."

Glancing around the bar. And skipping over the other question. When you live in fear for your life and other things, there are two popular paths as regards alcohol: you can turn to the bottle for guidance and comfort, or you can avoid it completely because tonight might be the night when you need all your wits about you. tl;dr: Alex has mellowed out a bit, but he's still an infrequent boozer.

PRESCRIPTION GLASSES DEAN'S ASS

Dean is well-versed in lies. You might call him the lie-master. Over many years, these lies have gotten him onto crime scenes and into women's skirts. He sees through Alex Kralie's lie because it's about as transparent as lemon flavored Jell-O.

"Fun, sure. If that's what you wanna call it," he snorts, rolling his eyes. Which he can do now. Because he has both of them ever since he lost a life to the Jabberwocky. You may notice his lovely green eyes. They are quite nice.

"Got my brother here, which is nice and all. Kinda wish there were more chicks, but when have I not wished there were more chicks?"

Lemon flavoured Jell-o is delicious. It makes tangy and refreshing lies that you know you want inside you. Don't hate, appreciate.

In othe news, holy shit, Dean has both eyes. Like, what even happened there. I'm pretty sure this is the first time Alex has seen him without a patch on, and Alex is pretty sure he assumed there was something more painful under there than a ~~startlingly beautiful~~ green eye. He is, as you might say, eyeing that eye with interest.

"Your brother?" Alex... can see that being a bonus or a horrible turn of events, honestly. At least in part because Wonderland is not something you wish on your loved ones.

"...I dunno whether to say that's good or say sorry."

I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men.

And about the believers and how the whole thing began.

DA-DA-DAAAAAAAAAA

FIRST THERE WERE WOMEN AND CHILDREN OBEYING THE MOOOOOON

DA DA DAAAAAAAAH

THEN DAYLIGHT BROUGHT WISDOM AND I DIDN'T TAG VERY SOOOOOON