There were reasons. I was bored, there was nothing TV, Sam refused to wake up and oh, a bottle of whiskey. I like you too, Iris and I happen to think I'm beautiful too. Way too pretty to push in front a car.
[ He's pleased she doesn't refuse the offer. Despite the late hour he was up, he's showered and dressed. He hops in the Impala and heads toward the coffee shop, pulling up just as he sees her walking in. He slides out of the car, pockets the keys and approaches her with that crooked smile. ]
Just as I thought. The lack of beauty sleep didn't do any damage.
[ Oh, she'd seen that Impala roll up - and she can't quite help returning the smile, even if she knows better. Something about Dean Winchester is irresistibly charming, and this jerk knows it. ]
Consider yourself lucky it didn't. I had an early-morning interview.
[ Which went swimmingly! Small mercies, because she had been more than a little worried. ]
But I think I remember someone promising a - and I quote - "frou-frou" drink?
[ He knows it. He counts on it, but he particularly likes that Iris finds him charming. ]
And I bet you killed it. So who'd you interview?
[ She's far too much of a professional in her job not to have done well with it. ]
Yup. I won't even make fun of you for it. [ He assures her as he puts a hand to the small of her back and guides her toward the entrance to the coffee shop. ] What's your poison, Sweetheart?
Grace Hanson, cosmetics mogul and - unfortunately for her - one of the Rogues' latest victims.
[ After all, Iris doesn't write the society papers. She's all about that metahuman beat, and staying on top of whoever's out to hurt the citizens of her fair city. She even tweets about it! ]
She's... a character, but she was gracious and I'm getting samples of her newest line, so. Win-win.
[ She follows him in, standing on her tip-toes to read the menu. As if she hasn't already memorized it by now. ]
A flat white with extra foam. Just to be a little nicer than usual.
[ The only reason that Dean recognizes the name is because of her victim status. He might not keep up on cosmetics, but since meeting Iris, he's paid attention to the things that go on in Central City. ]
She recovering alright?
[ From the whole Rogue thing. He smirks a little at her then orders a black coffee and pays for both of them before letting Iris lead the way to a table.]
I think so, but you know rich people. [ Iris sighs, rolling her eyes. ] Now that she's out of the hospital, she's trying to sue the Golden Gilder for "irreparable emotional damage."
[ In other words, good luck. ]
I'd hope I'm better. [ Even if, honestly, she got along really well with the other Winchester. She couldn't help it! He's a great conversational partner!! Iris sits down, blowing on her drink out of habit. ] For one, you actually know local events since I'm reporting half of 'em.
[ That makes Dean bark out a laugh. Good luck
indeed.] I'm pretty sure 'irreparable emotional damage' is a bad
guy's MO, not something they pay up for.
You're prettier too [ He winks at her when he says it. ]
Geek Boy wants me to read the news. You're happy to report it to me.
If the world worked that way, I'm sure everyone would've been lining up.
[ Iris laughs, more than a little pleased at Dean's honesty. As weird as Grace had been, she had also been one of the more entertaining interviewees she'd ever had. Small mercies? Maybe?? ]
I'd hope you'd read one or two of them. [ Her voice grows more hopeful, even though she knows to expect better: ] Especially if my name's right on the byline?
Hey, I'd take some emotional trauma in order to be a millionare. [ Emotional trauma is something that Dean is famliar with even as he tries to put on a facade that he doesn't care.
Anything that makes her day easier and more interesting.
He grins a little at her comment. ] You kidding? Some of them even get cut out and tossed in my lockbox.
[ She rolls her eyes at the compliment, though there's no denying the crinkle at the edge of her eyes, let alone the laugh that escapes her lips. Of course. ]
You didn't! [ In this day and age, she didn't think people still clipped articles... ] Dean, seriously - you didn't have to.
[ Hey, she'd think he was super weird if he said Sam was prettier than her, wouldn't she? Okay then.
He shrugs at her exclamation. He'd even forced Sam to print some of them off because Dean likes tangible things, things that he can hold in his hands. ] I know I didn't have to. I like being able to hold things.
You're gonna be one of the last big holdouts, aren't you?
[ Iris laughs, still undeniably pleased. People like Dean keep her in business, and as technology shifts, she's sure she'll find her place, wherever that is. ]
I don't think print will ever go away, for the record, but it's definitely part of your charm.
Somebody's got to be. All this technical bullshit. People lose literal touch with everything.[ This is a topic he could rant on for a while. He still has cassettes in his car, Iris. What did you expect?]
Because of holdouts like me. [ He is smug about that. ]
[ She's more than likely rolled her eyes at those cassettes - if she hasn't made a quip about how she's a little too young to remember them. (#yikes.) ]
As long as you don't slide right into the other extreme, I don't think there's anything wrong with that.
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You interrupt a girl's beauty sleep, and she may find the strength to do the impossible.
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Sweetheart, you're already gorgeous. Gotta give the rest of the girls a chance.
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But seriously, Dean? 4 AM????
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Har har.
I'll take you to coffee to make up for it. You can get a froofroo drink
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[ very well, and she's sure both of them know it. ]
Meet me at Jitters in 10?
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[ He's pleased she doesn't refuse the offer. Despite the late hour he was up, he's showered and dressed. He hops in the Impala and heads toward the coffee shop, pulling up just as he sees her walking in. He slides out of the car, pockets the keys and approaches her with that crooked smile. ]
Just as I thought. The lack of beauty sleep didn't do any damage.
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Consider yourself lucky it didn't. I had an early-morning interview.
[ Which went swimmingly! Small mercies, because she had been more than a little worried. ]
But I think I remember someone promising a - and I quote - "frou-frou" drink?
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And I bet you killed it. So who'd you interview?
[ She's far too much of a professional in her job not to have done well with it. ]
Yup. I won't even make fun of you for it. [ He assures her as he puts a hand to the small of her back and guides her toward the entrance to the coffee shop. ] What's your poison, Sweetheart?
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[ After all, Iris doesn't write the society papers. She's all about that metahuman beat, and staying on top of whoever's out to hurt the citizens of her fair city. She even tweets about it! ]
She's... a character, but she was gracious and I'm getting samples of her newest line, so. Win-win.
[ She follows him in, standing on her tip-toes to read the menu. As if she hasn't already memorized it by now. ]
A flat white with extra foam. Just to be a little nicer than usual.
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She recovering alright?
[ From the whole Rogue thing. He smirks a little at her then orders a black coffee and pays for both of them before letting Iris lead the way to a table.]
You're a lot better coffee date than Sammy.
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[ In other words, good luck. ]
I'd hope I'm better. [ Even if, honestly, she got along really well with the other Winchester. She couldn't help it! He's a great conversational partner!! Iris sits down, blowing on her drink out of habit. ] For one, you actually know local events since I'm reporting half of 'em.
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[ That makes Dean bark out a laugh. Good luck indeed.] I'm pretty sure 'irreparable emotional damage' is a bad guy's MO, not something they pay up for.
You're prettier too [ He winks at her when he says it. ] Geek Boy wants me to read the news. You're happy to report it to me.
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[ Iris laughs, more than a little pleased at Dean's honesty. As weird as Grace had been, she had also been one of the more entertaining interviewees she'd ever had. Small mercies? Maybe?? ]
I'd hope you'd read one or two of them. [ Her voice grows more hopeful, even though she knows to expect better: ] Especially if my name's right on the byline?
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Anything that makes her day easier and more interesting.
He grins a little at her comment. ] You kidding? Some of them even get cut out and tossed in my lockbox.
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You didn't! [ In this day and age, she didn't think people still clipped articles... ] Dean, seriously - you didn't have to.
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He shrugs at her exclamation. He'd even forced Sam to print some of them off because Dean likes tangible things, things that he can hold in his hands. ] I know I didn't have to. I like being able to hold things.
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[ Iris laughs, still undeniably pleased. People like Dean keep her in business, and as technology shifts, she's sure she'll find her place, wherever that is. ]
I don't think print will ever go away, for the record, but it's definitely part of your charm.
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Because of holdouts like me. [ He is smug about that. ]
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As long as you don't slide right into the other extreme, I don't think there's anything wrong with that.
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You mean like rejecting computers and shit? Nah. It's good for porn. [ He grins, one eyebrow raising at her. ]