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.