"Okay's good enough," she shrugged, getting out of the car and almost immediately stretching. Her legs ached with having been in the car for as long as they had without a break, her neck hurt from sleeping in an awkward position, and as she came up from a toe-touch, her stomach rumbled an annoyed complaint of hunger.
She led the way into the diner, not waiting on him, and ignored the stares of the patrons. It wasn't something she paid much attention to anymore; a few hundred years ago, she'd have been self-conscious, or she'd have clamped down on her control, or any number of insecure reactions. Here, though, it was more likely the green hair and bare limbs that had attention more than innate Charm. Her magic felt a lot more subdued in Dean's world-- probably because it didn't fall into the power dichotomies of Heaven and Hell.
It worked for her, anyway. Sliding into a patched vinyl booth, she propped her feet up across from her and waited for Dean to catch up.
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Date: 2011-06-05 01:26 am (UTC)She led the way into the diner, not waiting on him, and ignored the stares of the patrons. It wasn't something she paid much attention to anymore; a few hundred years ago, she'd have been self-conscious, or she'd have clamped down on her control, or any number of insecure reactions. Here, though, it was more likely the green hair and bare limbs that had attention more than innate Charm. Her magic felt a lot more subdued in Dean's world-- probably because it didn't fall into the power dichotomies of Heaven and Hell.
It worked for her, anyway. Sliding into a patched vinyl booth, she propped her feet up across from her and waited for Dean to catch up.