Without Any Warning [John/Norah]

[John Winchester]

"Still, I raised my boys to say thanks when someone goes out of the way to do somethin' for them," It was simple manners at the very least and she had better believe the boys were going to get a stern talking to when he got a hold of them both at once, "Like I said though doll, it's a good thing you do, we never do have anyone but ourselves and other hunters and sometimes we just can't stand each other," They were such a grating bunch, there was a reason that hunters had a tendency to work alone more often then not, too much time together and they all wanted to kill each other.

Quickly packing his things together John came to stand beside her, a determined look on his face now. It was more for himself then anything else actually, already starting to have second thoughts about this though he wouldn't actually say that out loud. John needed to go see his kids, he had been back for something like two weeks and he was still putting it off, he could only keep this up for so much longer before it turned into straight out avoidance and even though that's already kind of what it was, he didn't want anyone thinking that outright. He just nodded quietly at her, "That sounds great, I'm fine though, really," Ok no, he wasn't but no one needed to actually know that and anyone that tried to point out anything different would find him stubborn about it.

His stomach lurched, he could feel the lump in his throat like he wanted to go ahead and puke his intestines out. He would never get used to that, ever, and pinching the bridge of his nose the man waited until the room stopped spinning before turning his head to look for Norah, "You alright?" He asked with a sickly sort of smile, patting her back lightly in a fatherly attempt to make her feel a little better, "I really do hate that," His head was beginning to ache, alcohol and transporting didn't work well together, "Next time, I'd rather take a moped all the way here," And he hated mopeds, with a passion, "Alright well I'll get a room and be outta your hair......I wanna hear that band of yours by the way," He added the second part as something more of an afterthought with a bit of a grin on his face.

WHERE: Vegas >8}
MUSIC: Back in Black -AC/DC
WEARING: Some plaid and jeans
NOTES:-deep breath- he can do this

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[Norah Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] She sat hunched over a minute longer, her hair hanging in her face, almost hiding the fact that it was a shade or two too pale for even the queasiness of post-teleport disorientation. But when she lifted her head she was smiling again, slipping her shoes back off. "Let me call to get you set up with a room. I think you'll be...security." A teasing tilt to her grin. "Somehow I doubt I could sell the idea of you being a backup singer." Norah moved over to sit on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone, called down to the front desk. It took a couple of minutes, she had to get them to pass her up the chain of command a level, but once she was speaking to the night manager it all got figured out quickly enough. When she hung up the phone she smiled over at John and told him, "Room 1515, just go down to the desk and ask for it by room number to get your key, they don't care about the name because it's all billed to management." A low laugh, huskier than she looked like she would sound when she laughed. Her singing voice was like that too, darker and raspier than her appearance would indicate, sadder and wiser than her years. "I've gotten really good at coming up with reasons why nobody needs anybody's names except the band, our managers, and our head of security." "And," she stood up and padded barefoot over to the mini-bar, pouring John a short scotch but getting a club soda for herself and tipping in an ounce of cranberry juice. The syrupy dark red juice swirled through the water like blood for a moment before it distributed evenly, darkening to an even deep purple-red just the color of her hair, "you'd certainly better come hear us. We're pretty fantastic, even if we don't sound like Three Dog Night or Bad Company." She grinned as she handed John his drink, she'd heard the stories about his listening habits. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A very short grey dress and bare feet. Music: Rock me to Sleep - Jill Sobule Notes: She's heard a surprising number of the stories. [/style]

[John Winchester]

He chuckled the slightest bit, shaking his head at the idea, "Oh and why not? Aren't I hip enough for the now and days?" God he was getting old, what exactly was hip these days anyway? He had caught something on tv about some Justin Beaver kid who was in desperate need of a good haircut and the man had to shake his head at what was passing for the newest fads these days, "Security though, that I believe I can pull off, and pretty well at that," This time he smiled enough that it actually reached his eyes, causing the corners to crinkle slightly, showing the old lines there.

"Wonderful.....Ya know I gotta say your good," John nodded, making a little mental note of his room number and what he was going to have to do later. Vegas, he hadn't had a chance to be in the actual city in so long that he couldn't actually seem to remember it, "That's good to hear, I wanna lay low till I spring it on everyone that I'm not exactly dead anymore," A soft chuckle escaped him, more dry then anything else, "What's Sam's room number or the record?" He wasn't sure if he wanted to know so he could visit him, or steer clear of it.

"Thanks so much doll," Taking the drink he took a sip and savored the taste, "I see you've heard some stories huh?" He laughed, "It's alright, I can appreciate a good sound, even if it ain't something like Led Zepplin," Knocking back the rest of his drink he grabbed his bag and gave her a smile, "I'm gonna be outta your hair now doll, thanks for everything," He sighed a little, "I really can't tell you how much this all means to me," He ran a hand through his hair tiredly, perking up a bit though with another smile, "If you need me, you know where to find me and if I ain't there then I'm at the bar," John said with a grin and moved to slip out of the hotel room.

WHERE: Vegas >8}
MUSIC: Back in Black -AC/DC
WEARING: Some plaid and jeans
NOTES:end thread?

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[Norah Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Well I don't know..." She leaned back against the armoire, crossed one ankle over the other and tilted her head back and all of a sudden she was all sex and challenge, cherrywine hair feathering across her cheek and suddenly all the curves seeming...curvier. This was a trick Norah had been practicing since she was fourteen, being able to turn it on in a heartbeat meant that she got to turn it off some of the time, relax and be a person instead of a sex object. But just for that one moment she was all seduction and heat and dare-you-to-try. She looked John up and down with slow appraisal, pursed her lips in consideration. "Can you sing?" That one long look, and then she laughed and it was gone again that fast, she was back to being the cheerful girl she'd been all night. "Security's probably the way to go, unless you like dancing around on stage wearing raggedy jeans and a vest with no shirt. And somehow I think you might punch somebody if they tried to put product in your hair." She drained her glass and went back over to the wet bar, jotted down a series of room numbers on a piece of hotel stationery--hers, Sam's, Miguel's, Malaki's (and John's)--and handed it over to him. "And for the record, I'm amazing. Ask anybody who has to be around me a lot." She pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed John's cheek. "I won't tell Sam that you're here, let you do that on your own time. But don't think you get to go longer than about thirty-six hours without seeing me. I'll hunt you down, I have my ways." She smiled and saw him to the door. "Good night, John. Thanks for coming with me tonight. And, you know, for not calling me crazy more than a couple times." She watched him head down the hall to the elevator and then closed and locked her door behind him, heading over to the bed and flopping face-down across it. It had been a long, long day. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A very short grey dress and bare feet. Music: Rock me to Sleep - Jill Sobule Notes: I think it's a wrap. [/style]