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[The explosions sends her flying backwards and her head cracks against a wall that sends sparks dancing in front of her eyes.

Rolling, Ellen pushes herself up. The phone next to her chirps and she grabs it, unwittingly turning on the video function. There's nails in her body and bruises blossoming along her skin. Scrapes and gashes seep blood. The first breath hurts and gouges into her lungs.]

So much for Paradise.

[She forces herself into a sitting position and notices the phone.]

Great, cell service in Heaven. Damn I could use a drink.

[The second deep breath hurts just as much as the first. Damn, isn't there supposed to be a happily ever after? This sucks.]

Cas, just so you know, Heaven sucks.

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[There's a pause, and an eye squint at the correction, but it's certainly not worth getting in a tizzy over.

Besides, that's something he has on Jack now. GJ, Ellen.]

Well, considering it hardly exists where I be from.

[And that's all he has to say on the matter.]

Aye, so ye would think. And mayhap you're right, in this case.

But I wouldn't be betting on it.

[It's automatic. She does it to everyone. Bothers her, okay?]

Last I heard, they had it in England.

[Because she can place some accents. Not many, but some.]

I only bet on sure things. Saves me money.

[She has all the marks of a future folk, so there's a low chuckle at that.]

Haven't been to England since I were a lad, miss. And last I checked, chocolate were a dear thing, in 1747.

[And moving right along.]

Smart. And this be one you can back completely.

1747?

[Nope. She's calling bullshit.]

Bullshit.

[See?]

[And what he absolutely loves is that she's the first one to call him on it. The drunken lout at that silly Independence Day thing hardly counts, and it's funny.

He looks away from the feed, mouth twitching in amusement, before shaking his head.]

Is it, now? You'll find, I'm sure, that this place cares not where or when you be from.

Edited 2013-10-02 02:05 (UTC)

[NOT NEARLY DRUNK ENOUGH.]

I hit my head harder than I thought. Next you're going to tell me you're a landed lord, right?

[He snorts, loudly, at that.]

Of course not. Nary would sully me good name that way.

Nay, miss. Naught be a humble man of the sea, I am.

Name's Ellen. Haven't been a miss for a long time.

[It's almost automatic. Her eyebrows rise at the 'humble' part.]

Suppose you're in church every Sunday too.

[And miss she'll stay forever until he gets a family name. He's quirky like that.]

Nor am I a hypocrite. Though I'll give ye credit. You're the first not to assume pirate with the first word out of me mouth.

[She snorts.]

Come from a long line of moonshine runners and folks who don't like the law a lot. I never assume anyone is anything.

[Except stupid and ignorant, but he's not acting that way, so he gets a pass.]

Ah. [And there's amusement in that. Because moonshine runners and rum runners are practically the same thing, and does he know a few of those.]

Wise of you, in this place.

[Yep, she knows. She also knows how to make moonshine if the alcohol runs out.]

I ran a bar for years. Learned the hard way.

Did ye now. [He's learned that bar and tavern, at least, mean the same thing, so that, at least, makes sense.] I imagine so.

Raised my daughter in it.

[Pride? Damn right. She loved her bar.]

A noble enough profession, I suppose, though some would no doubt consider it otherwise.

People who think like that aren't worth my time.

[It's an attitude she ran into a few times. They can kiss her ass.]

Fair enough. Though there be few that would disagree. At least where I be from.

I'm sure there's some in mine too. But until they want to pay my bills and put food on my table, they can go to hell.

Well said.

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