Rock-verse. Sam and Leeroy's place. Taking it easy.

[i_salted_dean]

Sam stretched and sat up from where she'd passed out on the couch, then looked around the pleasantly decorated and comfortably furnished mobile home with wonder. She and Leeroy had been living here for a few weeks now, and she still wasn't used to it, or to the peaceful lack of warning vibes from the surrounding countryside.

Groaning slightly, she peeled herself off the couch and wandered a little drunkenly over to the kitchen section of the big main room, feeling her head go weeee from how long she'd been laying flat. -'Roy? Where are you?-

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[i_salted_dean]

"Dude, are those fish tanks over there?"

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

Leeroy perked. "Might be. Should we get a dozen lobster?"

[i_salted_dean]

"A dozen?" She gives him a funny look. "Wouldn't they die?"

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Not if we eat 'em tonight," he says, a grin on his face. "'Course then we'd need butter and claw crackers..."

[i_salted_dean]

"We've got a couple pair of pliers," she says thoughtfully, realizing that twelve lobsters actually might not be that much of an overkill for three people who eat like they do. And cooked lobster stored, right?

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"It don't keep very well," Leeroy said, "so how 'bout we only get six?"

[i_salted_dean]

"Yeah. That makes more sense." She quirks him a slight grin, then looks around to see where the butter would be. "Should we get those last? Hey, there's a meat section here."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, probably... make their last few minutes alive as comfortable as possible by keepin' em in the tank as long as we can." He grins.

[i_salted_dean]

She snorts and chuckles, then heads toward the meat section, only to pause and look down the deli aisle with wonder.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

Leeroy simply has at it, and walks down that aisle, perusing the wide array of meats as though he's an expert on the subject.

Truth be told he's just picking out what looks good.

[i_salted_dean]

Sam follows thoughtfully, picking up a huge chunk of mozzarella and then pausing to make faces at the vats of black olives before turning her head. "Oh, hey. That's our giant baloney."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"You said we didn't need any," Leeroy says with a chuckle.

[i_salted_dean]

"We don't." She wrinkles her nose. "But this is where Rob got it."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough. I'm thinking we could get some steaks..."