sws verse: can't get to you with the gun i shoot | you play your cards close to your chest

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Who: Dean and Lois Lane (sarcasm_gal )
What:  Dean meets up with Lois for drinks, following, er, this
Where:  The "Ace of Clubs", a bar in Metropolis, Kansas
When:  Tuesday, probably.  Before this Thursday's episode at least, in which Sam will no doubt have Dean committed to a clinic for sex addiction, due to his having way too much fun celebrating his birthday this week with all these pretty ladies.

It'd been a damn good week.  Good enough that when the boys swung past Metropolis, Dean figured he'd just take the dive and ask that gorgeous reporter out finally.   Sam had been on the phone with Claire when he left the hotel, and he was glad to get out of the vicinity before he caught diabetes, just listening to one sugary end of that conversation. 

Sliding into Lois' bar of choice, he immediately felt more at home, glad the place wasn't too uppity, though it was on the top floor of some penthouse, and scanned the place for her.  A satisfied smirk worked its way across his features when he saw her at the bar, and he headed that way at a casual pace, yanking at the bottom of his jacket, and cricking his neck once.  This girl had attitude, and attitude he liked.

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Dean returned the favor, immediately scoping her out and the widening grin on his face made no secret of the fact that he liked what he saw, as he pulled out the bar stool beside her with a foot. Sitting down and signaling to the bartender to give him a duplicate of Lois' order, he focused his attention back on her.

"I aim to please. See? It's a good thing I kept you on speed dial after all."

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Dean's eyebrows shot up a little at the remark, and he looked quite pleased with the situation as he whisked the glass up, and downed it.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he said appreciatively. "And yeah, first time. Figured it had to be a happenin' place after you told me about your daily routine."

Dean gave a casual glance around the bar. "And I had some time to spare, didn't want to pass up the opportunity to see you in your natural environment."

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"Vigilante heroes?" Dean repeated, raising an eyebrow. "What, like cowboys in the city?" He followed suit with Lois, getting another drink to replace the first. His eyes slid down to her hips when she said the word, and he smirked lazily. "So let's go chase down some trouble, Lois Lane. I've handled worse than mobsters."

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"Never heard of 'em. But I bet if anyone can land that interview, it's you. Hell, if word got out you were looking to talk with some guy and he didn't show up, I'd be pretty damn disappointed in him from a man standpoint."

His smile widened when she played along and he also threw his drink back, slamming it down. "That sounds like a challenge."

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Dean's eyes tracked across her features as she closed the gap. Damn, but did he ever want to handle this girl. And two could play the confident game. "You just haven't met a man like me yet, apparently."

Without leaning away, he glanced aside to scoop up the third shot, and held it up between them, head canting slightly to the right. "To Metropolis' finest reporter. And I do mean finest."

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Glasses clinked, and more alcohol headed straight down the hatch, warming that fire already buzzing through his veins.

"Last of a dying breed," he smirked. Wasn't often he got accused of being a gentleman. "And you've got yourself an exclusive."

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"I'm not one to pick tamer, when there are other options on the table," Dean responded, shooting her an admiring glance when she downed the drink like it was nothing. "So bare-all it is."