[ alright, so he's already assessed it may not be the best idea to make himself at home at Colonel's within his first day of the city, but god if he isn't dizzied by an ebbing need for a shot— or four. something to dull the fact that he'd been transported to a city thriving on friggin' cuddling. in essence, he gets it, and he really wouldn't bat an eye at any opportunity to get Mary back... but, still. he's not the most optimistic, deciding to settle for Dinah's after catching a waft of something fried, spotting an ad on the entry for their featured bucket of fries.

after fitting a few into his mouth, viridian hues set sights on the glory selection of pies laid behind a glossy case. ] Sweet mother-... [ alright, maybe this place isn't so awful after all. don't be alarmed to see him buying at least five slices— wherever his pad's at, it's sure as hell got to have a fridge, right? the winchester diet: beer and pie. at least he can check one of those off his list. ]

[ in his defense, the place sure as hell didn't look like a sex shop from the outside, and even when boots stalk forward along polished wooden floors, it isn't until he's met with what appears as a shrine of— well, toys that he realizes exactly where he is. so sue him if he's a little curious, venturing his way deeper into the shop upon seeing their was no company directly around him. not like he had a need for any of this stuff, good ol' hands did the trick, but... a squint, bowing down a bit with furrowed brows to study an intricate, golden— yes, golden —thing.

the price tag pulls a low whistle from the hunter's lips, that is before a rather devious looking segway to another room snatches his attention. okay, mostly it's the gleam of handcuffs and the deft weaving of leather whips he finds neatly racked along the wall. a low breath to himself: ] Well Toto, we ain't in Kansas anymore.

[ well, at least he made it til sun down to slip inside the place. myriad of drafts and bottles aligned behind mahogany bar like a sight for sore eyes. he flickers two digits in the air upon finding a stool, resting forward on both arms. ] Whiskey, double and neat.

[ it comes rehearsed, far too familiar along his tongue, same fingertips used to pinch at the bridge of his nose. there's some idle chatter around him, delicate clinks of glass from the tender. was gonna take a lot more than that to come to terms with where he is, and why, but it's a start, and he's got the entire night ahead of him, eh? ]

[ he'd just finished bringing duffel and a few other belongings- as space as they are, indoors, heading back out to lock up Baby before he hears a distressed huff, followed by a set of paced footsteps scratching at the parking lot. a short peer around indicates that most others had turned in for the evening, that or were nestled within the nightlife of the place; needless to say, the residencies were, for the most part, pretty quiet considering the first night.

he could leave it be, but perhaps curiosity's once more taken the cat as he hears some mumble of useless keys; he purses his lips, impala's door creaking as it shuts and keys twirled around his finger, opposite hand stuffing into his pocket. ] You, uh— you good?

[ feel free to find me on plurk at rosefret to plot all the things!

also tackle dean's OKCUDDLE if you dare. ]