Conner caught his own shower, and then shot toward the Roadhouse, freshly dressed, hair still wet as he landed outside and strode in. He had no idea what was going on with him and Krissy, but he knew he liked hanging out with her.
She was pretty cool.
"Hey." He raised a hand as he spotted her, then made his way to her and sat across the table from her.
"I barely tried." She says almost instantly and it isn't supposed to be what it sounds like--like she looks so good all the time she doesn't even have to try. She meant it for what it was on the surface. She literally didn't do anything special.
"Not so bad yourself," she adds, eyes quickly sweeping over him. He was so cute. It was kind of annoying.
Conner opened his mouth, then closed it, and nodded. "I'll believe that."
"Thanks. I try." He grinned at her. "Decide what you want to eat?" He did like how she looked, even if she might have looked better sans shirt. He hadn't looked, but getting a glimpse was something even he had not been able to prevent when looking for her.
She isn't exactly sure how to take that, and there's the briefest of fleeting glance of just how much pause it gave her. But it's there and gone in a flash and easily missed by a blink.
She can't help the smirk that slides easily over her lips at the trying comment. Jerk. "Well, it clearly pays off." she says easily, flirtatious without actually intending to be because Krissy rarely actually intends these things, they just happen and she has to roll with it because she can't exactly take her words or her tones back. "Yup. Greasiest thing on the menu." AKA a giant cheeseburger. Probably with bacon. Something to clog her arteries up, really well. Somewhere, in another universe, Dean Winchester was proud without knowing why.
Conner almost cut her off, flushing, looking down, then up at her again. "I actually don't... ah... know what I'm doing, most of the time. I... get shop people to help me choose things. I have no sense of fashion or haircut, or anything. I'm... a mess." It comes out rushed, quiet, eyes downcast, his cocky demeanor forgotten for a moment.
But after he asks her and she answers about her food choice, he concentrates on that. Easier to do. Much easier.
"I think I'll join you in that order." So when the waitress comes, he orders his, well done, with extra cheese. It seems appropriate, somehow.
She perks brow at the flustered stuttering of words. He's ridiculously cute when he's like that. Stupid boys. She shrugs a shoulder, "I'm not exactly the top of the line fashionista, Conner." With her jeans and t-shirts tank tops or flannel shirts. She was a simple girl.
"Because I'm a genius obviously." she teases with a smirk, handing the menu over to the waitress. She leans back in her seat and tips her head back to rest against it. "I don't think I've ever been this hungover in my life."
"I haven't seen you look less than good, yet." Damn it, he thought, Damn her for being fucking hot, and he sighed, then smiled.
"It could be worse. You could still be drunk. Or waking up here, shirtless." Not that he thought it was worse if she was shirtless. He was sure he would like that, really.
She’s just going to stare at him, open-mouthed and uncertain of what even to say that for a moment before snapping her mouth shut and doing the sensible thing. Ignoring it all together. That’s probably not how most girls would handle it, but Krissy isn’t most girls.
“I think still being drunk would make me care less about feeling like crap. I also think Jo would smack my hand if I tried to go grab a shot right now. Life is impossibly hard today.” She fakes a pout. She’s not really the whining type, but, ugh.
"Yes, absolutely. I need it in my system." she nods and eventually someone comes over to take their orders. Once they away to go handle it, Krissy drops her head onto the table with a soft 'thud'. If her food doesn't arrive quickly enough, it's entirely possible she'll fall asleep here and now.
"I think a very long nap is in order after this," she mutters, her voice slightly muffled because she didn't even bother to lift her head while she was talking.
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Re: Krissy & Conner
Date: 2016-07-21 05:19 pm (UTC)She was pretty cool.
"Hey." He raised a hand as he spotted her, then made his way to her and sat across the table from her.
"You cleaned up well."
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Date: 2016-07-24 04:32 am (UTC)"Not so bad yourself," she adds, eyes quickly sweeping over him. He was so cute. It was kind of annoying.
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Date: 2016-07-24 11:16 am (UTC)"Thanks. I try." He grinned at her. "Decide what you want to eat?" He did like how she looked, even if she might have looked better sans shirt. He hadn't looked, but getting a glimpse was something even he had not been able to prevent when looking for her.
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Date: 2016-07-27 04:13 pm (UTC)She can't help the smirk that slides easily over her lips at the trying comment. Jerk. "Well, it clearly pays off." she says easily, flirtatious without actually intending to be because Krissy rarely actually intends these things, they just happen and she has to roll with it because she can't exactly take her words or her tones back. "Yup. Greasiest thing on the menu." AKA a giant cheeseburger. Probably with bacon. Something to clog her arteries up, really well. Somewhere, in another universe, Dean Winchester was proud without knowing why.
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Date: 2016-07-27 04:31 pm (UTC)But after he asks her and she answers about her food choice, he concentrates on that. Easier to do. Much easier.
"I think I'll join you in that order." So when the waitress comes, he orders his, well done, with extra cheese. It seems appropriate, somehow.
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Date: 2016-08-06 06:47 pm (UTC)"Because I'm a genius obviously." she teases with a smirk, handing the menu over to the waitress. She leans back in her seat and tips her head back to rest against it. "I don't think I've ever been this hungover in my life."
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Date: 2016-08-06 07:22 pm (UTC)"It could be worse. You could still be drunk. Or waking up here, shirtless." Not that he thought it was worse if she was shirtless. He was sure he would like that, really.
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Date: 2016-08-09 06:39 pm (UTC)“I think still being drunk would make me care less about feeling like crap. I also think Jo would smack my hand if I tried to go grab a shot right now. Life is impossibly hard today.” She fakes a pout. She’s not really the whining type, but, ugh.
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Date: 2016-08-09 06:48 pm (UTC)"Something to soak up the poisons in your blood." She made it hard to not want to cuddle her, and take care of her.
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Date: 2016-09-14 04:59 pm (UTC)"I think a very long nap is in order after this," she mutters, her voice slightly muffled because she didn't even bother to lift her head while she was talking.
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Date: 2016-10-13 04:31 pm (UTC)"Naps are good. I might have to just fall over here, in the booth. Seems comfy enough to sleep in."