Roomate hunting is a pain in the ass

[failedparenting]

Who John and whoever was interested in his ad for a roommate
When Backdated to April 3nd, late morning
Where A cheap diner in northwest Sector 4
Summary John is grumpy and interviews potential roommates.
Warnings Winchesters?


[Besides Hell, this diner is the absolute last place John would like to be right now. He's still nursing a hangover from the night before, and the bizarre fight he had with Mary is still fresh on his mind. But we've all got to do shit we don't want to, right?

He's splayed out in the booth farthest from the door and kitchen, clutched to his coffee mug for dear life. In the vague haze of pain covering his mind, he realizes that he never actually gave a time for people to meet him.

Fuck. He really didn't think this through, did he?]

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[bigandbad]

[Well, fortune is on John's side today - at least in one small aspect. He'll only have to wait twenty minutes before Bigby arrives, stubbing his cigarette outside the door before walking in. He's out of uniform - even out of his trench coat since it's such a nice day - and dressed down in jeans and a plaid, short-sleeved shirt. Simple. Casual. He's shaved, for what it's worth when your hair grows supernaturally throughout the day.

He scans the diner before recognizing John from the NV, then makes his way over.] Morning. Looks like I beat the rush.

[failedparenting]

[Well fuck, he wasn't expecting anyone this soon, anyway.]

Hey man. [He gestures wearily at the bench across from him.] Take a seat. I've got more coffee coming, if you want.

[He shuffles up in his seat, trying to give at least the aura of a responsible, functional adult, and holds out his hand.]

John Winchester.

[bigandbad]

I won't say no. [he shakes John's hand brusquely before taking the offered seat] Bigby Marrok. Pleasure.

Not a bad choice for a meeting. I've had breakfast here a few times. But stay away from their bacon. They manage to ruin it every time.

[failedparenting]

Well, damn. I already ordered it. [Aw well, shit happens. Anyway, disappointing bacon is the least of his problems.]

So, you're looking for an apartment.

[bigandbad]

Live and learn. [his nose is flaring at the onslaught of smells usually blocked by his habit. Christ he wishes he could smoke in here. Or get that coffee. Where's the waitress?]

I have an apartment; I'm looking for a better one. Or at least one in a quieter place.

[failedparenting]

The neighborhood's quiet, at least. [He shrugs.] Not sure about better than your place now. It's almost on top of sector 9 though, if that...

[The waitress comes around finally, disrupting John's train of thought. She throws down John's order and fresh coffee, then impatiently looks to Bigby for his order.]

[bigandbad]

Coffee. Regular. [just as brusquely. He watches her walk away then leans back]

I live over a pizzeria right now, so it can't be worse than that. I'm good with quiet. Is it two or three bedrooms?

[parentingfail]

Two. One with a bathroom attached. I'll flip you for it.

[He smirks and takes a sip of his coffee.]

So, how much would you be in and out?

[bigandbad]

A fair amount. I keep odd hours; I'm a detective.