momchester: (= mmmmhm guuurl)
Mary Winchester ([personal profile] momchester) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs2012-07-31 02:01 am
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Yeah yeah yeah, he's dreamy.

Who: Mary and Jinx
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: the House of Emo, aka Jinx's place
Summary: Mary has some vitally important best friend news.
Warnings: Warning for Jinx. :| And Winchesters.

[Mary has been making a series of fantastic decisions this week, many of which culminated in skipping out of work early (leaving the new girl to run the place and close it down alone) and heading down a familiar part of town.

During the cab ride over, she's at least thoughtful enough to make a phone call that consists largely of:
"Jinx?"
"What."
"Are you newlyweds decent?"
"...No."
"That's great, I'm a block away."
"What-"
"It's an emergency, class 7-B-alpha."

Given that that's something she just made up off the top of her head, Mary sees fit to hang up right around then. She'll be there in about two seconds anyway, and has to get the cab fare ready.]
unluckyinlove: (you are a sick and sad little man)

[personal profile] unluckyinlove 2012-08-05 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[More awake and alive now, she starts eyeing her friend suspiciously.]

Wait--did you curl your hair?

[An even better question:]

Is that where my curling iron went?
unluckyinlove: (voodoo tea!)

[personal profile] unluckyinlove 2012-08-05 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
How can you forget that you have a $200 zebra print curling iron?

[Eyes going wide, she leans across the bar at her.]

Are you wearing perfume!?
unluckyinlove: (bitches better listen to Jinx)

[personal profile] unluckyinlove 2012-08-05 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Narrowing her eyes.]

No woman ever switches shampoo unless she has dandruff or she's seeing someone and you have a very nice scalp.

[Shut up your business clothes, Mary. You dress like you should drive a minivan.]
Edited 2012-08-05 06:22 (UTC)
unluckyinlove: (you can't be serious)

[personal profile] unluckyinlove 2012-08-27 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Her look immediately flatlines.]

You want to look nice. For Grandpa. By the time you have to try and look nice for him, he'll be dead.

[Could she lean any further over that bar?]

So, why are you here?