[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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[seaphonic]

It is sweet. I do not taste sweet things often.

[mulletrock]

Free refills. If you finish that glass and want another, just ask.

[Dean leans forward and takes another sip out of his own glass, reaching over to touch her wrist.]

You're okay with all this right? I just wanna be sure. Since you're not gonna make it back to the ocean until morning.

[seaphonic]

_{[Was she okay with it? Well, for the moment being yes. She'd made a decision and was sticking by it. It would be a whole new experience, an adventure of sorts. The concern is, well, it's appreciated, and when he touches her wrist she can't help but stare at his fingers. He's already gone out of his way to help her and he trusts her enough to not think she's going to eat him alive, the most she can do is trust him in return to not leave her stranded or sell her away to pirates or worse.]}

...I will admit that I am not sure what to expect, but I will be okay. You are kind to me.

[mulletrock]

[Dean can't help but smile a little at that and it's as close to a genuine one as you can get from him. Not quite reaching his eyes but enough that it's noticeable that it touched him.

He pulls his hand back when the platter gets sat down in front of them, with two paper bound chop sticks on either side for them to use.]

Thanks.

[He gives the waitress a wink and she walks away feeling pretty pleased with herself. He's still got it.

Dean glances down at the platter and the variety of fish rolled into rice and seaweed and his brows lift.]

I don't even know the names of all these.

[seaphonic]

<sub>[It's then Syrena decides she likes Dean's smile - his actual smile, not a lewd teasing grin. It was nice to look at.

When the platter is set before them, Syrena immediately eyes it curiously. It smells like fish, but it certainly doesn't look like fish. Naturally, she's a bit skeptical.]</sub>

This is fish? Are you sure?

[mulletrock]

Pretty sure.

[Dean doesn't seem convinced but he picks up a California roll and pops it into his mouth using his hands and completely ignoring the chopsticks.]

Okay, your turn.

[seaphonic]

<sub>[After a moment of hesitation she reaches out with her own fingers to take one of the rolls and stuff it in her mouth.

Clearly, she likes it, for it doesn't take her long to reach for another.]</sub>

[mulletrock]

[Dean sits back and enjoys her and the food, taking another one into his mouth and dipping the one in the other hand into the wasabi before he even finishes chewing. He drinks some of his coke to wash it down.]

Told you it was good. You need to have more faith in me.

[seaphonic]

_{[The coke is ignored. The little, strange pieces of food before her that are somehow 'fish' are far too delicious to stop eating.]}

I have faith. _{[She countered when her mouth was free, pausing before placing another piece of sushi past her lips.]} If I did not would I be here right now?

[mulletrock]

I like to think it's because you like my dimples.

[He grins to an extent where she can see them, but it's clear he's just making fun of himself.]

[seaphonic]

_{[She's not exactly sure what dimples are but there is one thing she does like.]}

I like your smile.

[mulletrock]

[Dean's not sure what to say. Just that it's the last thing girls usually noticed about him.]

Thanks.

[seaphonic]

_{[There's a small little smile of her own as she puts another piece of sushi in her mouth before leaning back in her seat, glancing up at the light above. Human light sources were mesmerizing - completely and utterly amazing. It was one of the few things she liked about humans. They did, to their credit, create a bunch of interesting things.]}

[mulletrock]

Hey.

[After a few seconds and a few more pieces of sushi Dean reaches out and touches her wrist again.]

Don't stare too long it'll hurt your eyes.

[seaphonic]

_{[It's enough to drag her attention back away from the light and onto Dean, looking at him curiously. Of course she wasn't going to stare for too long. That'd be silly.]}

I like light. _{[She began, explaining.]} Man made light. One of my treasures is a flashlight from two humans who were foolish in their swimming and all that was left was their feet in things called flippers.

_{[She doesn't know it's not appropriate dinner talk, but she is quick to add-]}

I did not kill them. I found their feet and their flashlight. It does not work anymore though, for it needs new batteries. Dean, where can I find batteries?

_{[And she's totally serious about this. It's important. Real important.]}

[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.