[closed] mother told me, yeah she told me, I'd meet girls like you

[mulletrock]

Who: Dean, Syrena, and maybe Sam a little later.
What: Dinner, a show, and a sleep over.
Where: A sushi joint and an old fashioned club thing.
Warnings: IDK. Don't think so.

[True to his word Dean pulls up in the truck as close to the pier as he can get because he knows Syrena's not gonna want to walk very far.

He leaves the truck and keeps the keys in his hand. He's got some clothes from Buffy and some flip flops under the other room.]

Fins? You around?

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[mulletrock]

If you show me the light I'll see what kind it takes and pick you up some next week.

[He shrugs a shoulder.] So, what? Do you go around inheriting everything that gets left behind by darkness victims?

[seaphonic]

Okay.

_{[She seems content enough with that answer.]}

I go hunting for treasures. There are many, strange things to be found at the bottom of the sea near the docks and around the island. I have a collection.

_{[Remember the little mermaid's hoarding issues? Seems it's a species thing.]}

[mulletrock]

Hey, whatever keeps you busy down there.

[Dean holds out a roll of sushi for her to try. He'd just finished chewing one of the same kind.]

You've gotta try this one.

[seaphonic]

When it becomes summer once more, I want to show you. When the water will not make you frigid.

_{[And oh hey look, food. She takes it and puts it in her mouth immediately. Mmm. Good choice after all.]}

[mulletrock]

I told you I'm not gettin' in that water.

[He pushes his way out of the table and walks over to the waitress. He flirts his way into being able to take the rest home in a heavy duty container and a thick paper bag. He's not risking any getting in the truck. He just got it yesterday. Dean packages the stuff up pretty quick, leaving one for Syrena to eat on the way out and then rolls up the bag and drops it to his side.]

C'mon, angelfish, we need to bail if we wanna make the show on time.

[seaphonic]

You will.

_{[It's said as if it's a fact. You're going to get in the water with her someday, just you wait. It kind of is disappointing that they're leaving so soon. It really only feels like they just got there, at least to Syrena it does. Shoving the piece left for her in her mouth quickly and taking one last sip of coke she slides herself to the edge of the booth, holding out a hand for him to take it and help her.]}

Okay.

[mulletrock]

[Dean takes her hand no problem and helps her out and into the truck again, starting the engine with no problems.

Part of the reason he picked sushi was because it was a quick meal and it'd leave them with more time for the band if they were any good. He hoped they were.]

So, what'd you think of sushi?

[He hands her the bag, making it pretty clear that the rest is hers with 'Syrena' written on it in a bold black marker he borrowed from the cashier when he paid.]

[seaphonic]

_{[Back into the truck and given the bag, she doesn't hesitate to peek inside, enjoying the smell of it. It's then she catches the sight of black writing on the box. It's her name, but she doesn't know that - she can't read.]}

I enjoyed it. Dean, what is written on the box?

[mulletrock]

You're kiddin' me, right?

[He glances over while heading in the direction of the concert, the sun pretty high in the sky. He pulls back her visor so she doesn't get the glare in her eyes.]

That says Syrena. It's your name.

[seaphonic]

_{[She shook her head no, only to look at him with surprise.]}

This is what Syrena looks like...

_{[It wasn't her true name, her birth name. That would be lost to the wind and sea, heard only by the ears of mermaids and crying seagulls. It was impossible to pronounce by human tongues and as such, the name Philip had given her in that crucial moment would be the one she used.]}

I did not know.

[mulletrock]

That's it. [He shrugs a shoulder.] At least I think that's how you spell it.

[Dean settles back into the driver's seat as they pull up to where the concert is being held.]

We're gonna have to get you reading lessons to go with those walking lessons, seashell.

[seaphonic]

_{[Whether or not it was the right way to spell it, it was how she'd spell it now.]}

Is it really necessary to read?

[mulletrock]

[Dean gives her a look over his shoulder.]

If you wanna make it on your own without somebody holdin' your hand when you're off shore.

[They were here, so Dean opened the glove and took the bag from her so they could put it in to stay cooler. He didn't want her food going bad while they were at the show.]

[seaphonic]

I do not see myself coming on land alone very often.

_{[Because really, that'd be unbelievably dangerous, amongst other things.]}

[mulletrock]

Well, maybe with my mom or Will. You probably need some girl time and less hanging out with guys like me and feathery poindexters.

[Dean hops out of the truck and walks around to her side to help her get out since it's raised and the last thing he needs is for her to have a nasty fall.

The sounds of the band warming up on the stage can be heard from where they're parked.]

[seaphonic]

'Hanging out' sounds painful...

_{[But it's all she mentions on it, taking his hand as she's helped out of the car, attention diverted to the sound of the band warming up.]}

Is that what we are going to listen to?

[mulletrock]

Yeah, well... no. They're just testin' out the equipment right now.

[Dean grabs a beer from the open bar and gets them as close to the stage as possible so she can get the full experience.]

[seaphonic]

_{[She lets herself be pulled along, staying silent and focusing on moving her weak legs, gripping onto Dean's hand tightly. They're closer to the higher platform now and she stands, taking a good look at it all before looking back to Dean.]}

What kind of music will they play, Dean?

[mulletrock]

Flyer said it was a rock show.

[Dean rests his arms over the guard bar in front of the stage so that the crowd can't push against the musicians or cave in the platform they're playing on. Since this wasn't the big time they didn't have bouncers or any of the stuff he'd seen growing up.]

You're gonna wanna stay close. I don't know where the mosh pit's gonna form but it usually winds up pretty close to the center here.

/SLAMS DOWN TAG HUFF

[seaphonic]

<sub>[A rock show. Images of people banging rocks together springs to mind but she knows well enough that Dean means the type of music. After all, he'd played her rock music before. It had been interesting, to say the least.

Stay close, Dean had cautioned and so she would, holding onto his arm with both hands and pressing into his side. She didn't know what mosh was, but she knew what a pit was and she began to eye the ground warily. Just where would the hole open up?]</sub>

Does the ground usually open up during rock shows?

_{[She had to ask - the idea was so bizarre.]}

Do people fall in often? I do not want to fall in a pit, Dean.

[mulletrock]

[This was the last thing Dean thought he'd have to explain. He probably shouldn't have mentioned it.]

No, uh, it's like a circle. People get in fights.

[He shrugs his shoulder and slips his arm around her where she's holding onto him experimentally, pushing him in front of him so she can see better and also so she's out of the way.]

[seaphonic]

<sub>[Oh. Fights.

She allows Dean to move her in front of him, holding onto the arm that he's slipped around her waist. It doesn't bother her - it's better to have support. The last thing she wants to do is topple over.]</sub>

I see. I wish to avoid such a thing.

[mulletrock]

Most chicks do.

[He grins and points up toward the stage as the band gets ready to play by greeting the crowd.

There's cheering from all corners and then the music finally starts.]

[seaphonic]

_{[Following his pointed finger, Syrena stared up at the stage. The sudden roar of cheering is somewhat startling and she looks around wildly before her attention is drawn entirely to the musicians on stage. It's loud, but utterly enthralling. She grips onto Dean's arm around her, but she's clearly smiling and wide-eyed.]}

[mulletrock]

[The band plays on like that for a few hours and Dean has a few beers in the process before they walk off stage.

There's crowd surfing and so much more and a few ballads that are slower and easier on the ears.

By the time everything's said and done, Dean's sobered up the sun's just about down.] Not sure I'll be able to get you back to the dock before the sirens. You mind comin' back home with me?