Sam's Earth: Detroit

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Leeroy had learned his lesson.

Never, ever swap the memory cards on Jeimu's PlayStation 2. And don't hide the one that had all her DDR save games on it.

She'd sworn up a storm and then opened up a portal in the living room and kicked him through it. Now he was here, in a strange bar in a strange city. He didn't feel too concerned, Mu would bring him back when she decided he deserved to set foot on Newfoundland again.

But while he was here there was only one thing to do.

"What d'ye got fer beers, b'y?" he asked the bartender.

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[i_salted_dean]

After awhile Detroit fell away behind them, just lights in the rearview mirrors sparkling in the early dawn. Sam forgot the sadness in the familiar routine of being in the Impala going somewhere, though being in the drivers seat and having control of the stereo still put her off a little.

After a bit she reached down and slipped a Rob Zombie tape into the player and listened to him sing about burning witches and leaping ditches... or whatever the heck it was about.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

Leeroy tapped his toes to the music, enjoying it silently for a few minutes before finally speaking.

"So where are we goin'?" he asked.