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"Yes, my darling." he laughed, watching her closely. He wondered what was going through her mind when she didn't say anything, but he didn't bother to ask. For some reason he just wanted to laugh more, not dig deep into someone's life, although he did like to do that sometimes.

"Maybe we don't belong anywhere, which is why we're trespassing right now and totally drunk." he rambled, chuckling as she spun around. "But maybe that's a bit depressing to say."

"Ah, now im your darling, huh?" Minnie asked with a giggle in her voice, catching his word and joking about it, resting her head into him and letting the swaying motion continue. It took a few minutes but she finally spoke again. “Doesn’t sound too bad—at least I’d know where I belong." 

The words, as quiet as they were and as simple as they sounded, had both caused the weight on her shoulders to increase and decrease at the same time; Something she never knew was possible. Realizing that the moment had gotten sentimental, she pulled her her head back and spun in a circle, a wide smile forced out onto her face. 

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She’s not quite sure of her gameplan, of what exactly she’s got going with Dean right now, even what she’s got going for herself. But her slight distress of the current state of their relationship isn’t present in the way she acts or speaks or looks, and the distress also nearly demolishes some with Dean’s sweet kiss. Just like sugar.. it makes her melt, gives her butterflies. She knows she has Dean hook line and center when it comes to anything physical; that wasn’t her concern. But she was sixteen going on seventeen, and she wanted more than sex. She wanted a house, a baby, something normal. Dean did not typically go for normal. 

Of course, though, for now, she wanted the physical intimacy anyways. She licks her lips, her eyes flashing to Dean. “I love those kisses," she says quietly, her hand lifting to tickle under his chin for just a second. And we’re nearly in town, she tells herself, noting the familiar turns taken to the ol’ home she stayed in. 

Dean watched Marylou with a spark in his eye, feeling himself come alive. He no longer felt awkward and worried about what he could or could not do, things were clearly fine between them. Or at least he hoped. She was giving off the vibe that there were no hard feelings, but he knew he had to stay aware that fighting could break it, it always seemed to between them.

"I know you do." he whispered, grinning at her. He glanced at the front seat and noted a glare from the driver. He smirked and moved back, looking out the window. "Looks beautiful here." he blabbed, watching various land marks go by. He glanced over at Marylou again, placing his hand on her knee. "Not at beautiful as you." he grinned at the cheesy line, sticking his tongue out at her.

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Dean was sick of sitting around his small apartment he had rented a few days ago. He wasn't even sure why he was being so lazy, he just couldn't seem to get himself off the goddamn couch. But now he was fed up with himself,  he was back in the city he loved, he needed to stop sitting around being depressed about the past and get out. So as twilight rolled around he left the apartment and walked down the streets, breathing deeply and already feeling better. He found a bar quickly, figuring a drink could cheer him up. Just as he was going to enter it, a voice caught him off guard, and he stopped short.

He stared at the girl for a moment, looking her over from head to toe. His lips curled into a coy smile and he stepped away from the bar entrance and towards her. "A drink is all I need." he told her. Sure, he could really use a crazy party to clear his jumbled head, but every party started with a drink. "If you work here, why are you out here?" he inquired, taking another step towards her. He hadn't planned on talking to anyone, but things always came up, and he was always willing to go with the flow of whatever happened.

Staying Or Leaving...

The bar was dead, typical for a Tuesday at five in the evening.  If they didn’t serve food it would lacking the only five patrons it had at the moment.  Placing a pitcher of beer in front of the men at their small table, picking over fries and shouting at the football game flashing across the screen, she pulled her apron off and tossed it up on the bar counter. “I’m on break." she tossed a nod at her fellow bartender, Kali, before heading out the front door.  When the bar was this dead they got away with longer breaks than usual and the hot city air hit her face as she stepped outside.  The sun was just starting to sinking lower behind the buildings and the only thing she could think about was getting away from this city as fast as the sun was.  She’d only been back for the last year since she’d left when she was eighteen and already she was contemplating leaving again, at a crossroads, and she felt completely passive either way.  She could stay, her small studio above the bar was perfect for her and she loved her job most nights.  She could leave, she rarely got to drive her car in this city because walking was easier and money wasn’t an option.  Her previous job made sure it wasn’t an option for a really long time. 

Pulling a cigarette from her pocket she sunk down against the brick wall, taking to watching people the way she often did.  Lighting it she inhaled deeply, finding relief to help her relax.  Her peripheral vision picked up a man readying to walk into the bar and she smiled softly to herself. “I could get fired for this but…." she blew out the smoke in a thin white line. “If you’re looking for party I promise its not in there."  she smiled, bringing her blue eyes to look at him.  Something about his features made her falter.  "I um….can make you a drink but the party has definitely left the building." she joked.

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"We aren't going to jail." Dean laughed, leaning into her for a second. "If cops come I'll pick you up and run away." he chuckled, but nodded, somewhat serious. Sure he loved being the first one to get her to drink, but he didn't want to be the first one to get her arrested.

"Great?" he repeated, swaying back and forth slowly, turning the word over in his head. "Well thanks, sure, yes." he nodded at her. "You're great too, my darling." he put his head on top of hers and continued to sway, sighing deeply.

Minnie laughed as she heard him yelling, playfully hitting him so that he would be quiet—she may have been drunk, but that didnt mean that she wanted to get in trouble with cops. “Shh!" She giggled, though the smile on her face was clearly entertained with his loud words. “Jail isnt a good place for a pretty girl like me!" She told him, as loud as he had been talking, though she could hardly notice.

"You’re a good person." She finally said, her voice quieter as she pressed her lips together, nodding at him. “You’re a great person," she corrected before letting out a sigh and wrapping her arms around him, swaying slowly now.

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"Which is why I'm gonna suck at this." he laughed again, at himself and at her. She was definitely drunker then he was, but that was alright. He found this all ridiculously entertaining and fun. It was exactly what he needed tonight. Still chuckling, he spun them around in a circle.

"I am so proud," he told her with a smirk forming on his face, "I am so fucking proud of myself... and you." he clapped his hands quickly and loudly, and it echoed through the empty streets around them. "Yay for Minnie! Drinking beer for the first time and getting drunk!" he was basically yelling, but he really didn't care. He was too into all this and drunk to care at all. He put his arms back around her and swayed from side to side.

All smiles, Minnie shook her head up at him. “We dont have music, darling...” She told him, her words slurring only slightly before she started to hum a little tune that her mother used to sing her, a lullaby that she had always thought she had forgotten, swaying just slightly as she rested her head down against him.

A few minutes later she lifted her head up and smiled at him “You got me drunk, Dean.” She giggled, repeating what they had already confirmed. She was happy for it, though she wasnt so sure that she would be as happy about her first hangover. “Are you proud of yourself? You got Minnie Mouse totally shitfaced…” She giggled, rolling her eyes. She almost never swore, but it just felt right. Why not, she was breaking all of the other rules she had set up for herself. 

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Dean Moriarty from On The Road

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I do all these dumb things. I think in these distorted ways. Now I’m burnin’ up. I’m scared I’m gonna lose all the wisdom I ever learned, Sal.”

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"Well I can't tell for sure..." he leaned in and squinted his eyes at her like he was trying to get a better look. He leaned back laughing and said, "Yeah, you are drunk, my darling." he drew out the word then laughed again.

Dean watched her stand all with a smile on his face. The next thing he knew she was pulling out of his seat and had him on his feet. He threw his head back and laughed yet again before putting his arms around her. "I must admit, I'm not a very good dancer without music." he started to sway back and forth, chuckling all the while.

“Darling,” she echoed, grinning from ear to eat as she looked over at him. “Drunk is good. Drunk is very good, it feels nice. Am I drunk?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. It wasnt like she really had anything to compare it to—other than being sober, of course. 

and with that she stood up, taking another sip of her third beer before she held her hand out to him as if she was going to help him out of his seat. Minnie herself, didnt know what she was doing, but once he stood up, she set her beer down and put her arms up over his shoulders. “Daance with me…” she both stated and asked, though it seemed more like a demand than either of the two.

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"I like tonight too." he agreed, smiling cooly at her. And it was true, he did like this. It was so simple, just sitting here, getting drunk on good beer and talking to a not so much stranger anymore. He kept smiling at her until he took another sip of beer. "Is a little warm," he agreed with a nod.

"Alright, I'm drunk now." he concluded, swirling around his half drunk third beer. "This is good, I'm glad we bumped into each other, darling." he grinned at the word, it felt so oddly good to say for some reason. Maybe because she seemed to find it so funny. He had used the word in the past as a pick up line, but now he was simply trying to make her smile.

“Whoops, my brain is clearly not awake anymore. Its drowning in this wonderful…You’re corrupting me, ” Minnie giggled, biting her bottom lip as she took the next beer, looking at him through the corners of her eyes, grinning. Magic. He said he was magic. That made her laugh, for sure, before she cracked open her can and looked back to the fence. That would be fun.

“I like tonight.” She concluded, resting back in her hair and setting the beer on her leg, her hand still firmly grasping it. “Its hot out here, though,” She stated,suddenly. She almost recalled it being a bit chilly before she had started to consume the liquid, but now? Well, now she could feel the heat radiating from her skin.

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Dean narrowed his eyes at her, but in the end nodded. "Maybe I will believe it, you should tell me more sometime." he muttered, meaning every word. He was interested in her, even if she was making the whole thing up. Maybe that would make her even more interesting.

"Silly," he smirked, leaning forward, "We've got a few left in this six pack." he pulled another can out for her and handed it to her. "Look at you, drinking beer. Amazing. I'm magic." he joked, laughing to himself.

Hearing him, she nodded. She honestly felt as though she should have known what he would say; Who in their right mind would believe a story like that? Of course, not him. “You shouldn’t believe anything I say,” She stated, shaking her head now as she put the beer can against her lips, waiting for a second. Was this the last one? Were they out of beer? the thought made her frown.

“Can we get more?” She asked, setting the almost empty can down on the table after taking a sip. She didnt want to talk about herself anymore. Not one bit.  ”I’d love ya forever if we could get some more, darling.” 

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Neal Cassady, 1948

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"No friends?" Dean was honestly surprised. "But you're... delightful." he nodded to make sure she knew he meant it. He wondered why exactly she didn't have any friends, even he had some, and most people liked to hate him. He watched her, thoughts going through his mind. Had she just not made the effort or was there some big secret she hadn't told him yet that drove people away? He doubted anything would get him to leave, at least not right now in this moment.

He listened to her talk, and the more she said the more he wondered if he was hearing her right. He picked up his newly empty beer can and crushed it down between his two hands. "I've heard crazier back stories." he decided to say when she was done. He set down the crushed can and glanced at her. "But I'm not quite drunk enough to believe anything you're saying."

Minnie laughed a bit “I dont have friends.” She said simply, shaking her head as she took a breath and let it out slowly, looking up at the side of the building as she tried to release her frustration, trying to let it go. It didnt work and when he asked if her parents hated her she frowned.

“No, my parents didnt hate me. I’m the Minnie Mouse. I’m not from here, Dean.” She scoffed another laugh, resting her elbow on the table and her face against her hand in frustration, nodding at his question about another beer, well aware that his hand was on her knee as she gazed back into his eyes for a split second before sitting up straight again, biting down on her bottom lip in almost confusion. “I’m from the Happy Valley. and somehow, that Disney Jerk took my life and made it into a childrens story…Oh, and im not the only one. Snow White, Cinderella…They’re all real. Go ahead, think i’m crazy…everyone else does…” She grinned a bit, really starting to think it was funny now. “I’m crazy, but its okay. Because Beer is good.”

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Dean started to grin from ear to ear hearing Emy answer all his questions. Everything seemed to be falling into place, and he felt like now was the time his life would get back on track, even if that track was on a road trip. "I want a car, believe me. But I'm trying to sort out my priorities and not spend all my hard earned money on a car." he sighed, it almost hurt to say that. How awesome it would be to just go out right now and buy a old, fast, car. But he knew he shouldn't, he still only had so much money. "We'll take whatever we've gotta take to get places!" he grinned again. "We'll figure out where to go later on, maybe we'll just get on the high way and drive somewhere, it's pretty fun that way."

"It's gonna be great!" he agreed, grinning down at her. He stared at her for a moment, letting his eyes linger on her beautiful face. Then she spoke again and he snapped out of his trance, nodding. "Yes, it's just a block now." he said, hurrying up his pace a little. He really did want to get back to her place, for more reasons then one. Suddenly, he remembered something. "Hey, how's your dog? What was it's name? Adorable little dog I remember." he nods at her, then looked both ways before crossing the street. The bus station was right by them now, and he pushed open the glass doors. "Lockers are right over here." he said, guiding her over. He wondered how strange they looked, soaking wet and wandering around this place. He reached his lockers and put in the combo, opening the door and pulling out his bag. "All set." he said to her.

Finally back.

      Urges where never pushed away, not all the time at least but with Dean she felt the need to go slow for the sake of keeping him longer around. She felt that with him, if she rushed, he’d be gone sooner than she could blink and right now she couldn’t afford that. This free happiness that came with him enveloped her whole and sucked her right up, how could she — as a nymph especially — want that gone? But here was the twist: was it the feeling didn’t want to go away or him as a person? Emy didn’t know how to answer and she feared that her choice may have been what she would lose. At his response to her questionings about the road trip, she laughed loudly and shook her head. “Wait, sugar! You’re asking too many things at once!” A chime of laughter left her lips quickly, fingers messing with his own as they walked. “We can do it whenever you want. I’m free every day; It’s in the Constitution. And we can go… anywhere! You can take me to Mexico… or to New Orleans even! Not California though, I’ve been there and I’m absolutely sick of it.” Sick of Los Angeles, anyway.” Her eyes shifted to him and she smirked, “I like fast cars! You should get one. And yes I do have a car. We can use it, hell we can even take a few buses if we certainly have to.” 

      Anything was fine with her so long as Dean was at her side. Whether he drove or she did, that didn’t matter either. Emy wanted him and that open road with nothing but the sun, the velvet blue sky at night and the deserted sides of the road. “We’re gonna have some good times, you and me. I know it.” She smiled, head tipping up to glance at him. Kissing was the only thing on her mind; How he had managed to put her under such a dizzy spell so easily was beyond her but she didn’t care. She liked it. She liked the way he looked, she liked the way he looked at h e r specifically… she liked him entirely. Tipping her body forward to perch on her tippytoes, Emy pressed her lips to his briefly and through the kiss she smiled, little giggle following suit. “We need to hurry up and get your stuff so we can go back to my place.” Double meaning, yet again. Go home to relax, go home to take him back to her bedroom, either way he would be there and they would both be giving in to that temptation. 

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"Well sure I've got friends." Dean said slowly. "If that's what you mean." he stared at her, wondering exactly what she meant. He didn't care if he never remembered any of this after all the drinking, he felt like he wanted to know everything about her. He could tell from the way she was talking that she was starting to spill her guts, so it would probably be easy to find out a lot about her. He had no problem doing the same in return.

He smirked at her last name, but didn't laugh. "Wow, did your parents hate you or something?" he joked as he picked up his beer and finished it off. "That's two down." he says, setting it down next to his first empty can. "Can I get you another, darling?" he leaned forward and put his hand on her knee, staring into her eyes.

“Do you have anyone?” She asked, not really thinking before the words left her mouth. The beer was clearly starting to go to her brain, but she couldnt stop it even if she wanted to. “Or are we more alike than I originally thought? Because I tel ya, I’ve got no one. I haven’t had anyone for 28 long years.”

It was all coming out now and honestly? She wasnt even trying to keep it from coming out. Laughing at the fact that he said it sounded like something out of a fairytale, she nodded. “Exactly, thats because it is. Did I ever tell you my last name?” She raised her eyebrow for a second, scoffing a laugh. “Mouse. Minnie Mouse. What a joke, right?” she gave a real laugh then, finishing off the beer that she held in her hand. She wanted to stop the bitterness from coming out, but as she starting to come clean about who she was, where she was from? It was hard to hold back. The loneliness from the past 28 years finally coming to the surface.

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"I was actually being a bit of a hypocrite, telling you to go for it and shit." Dean looked down at his jeans and picked at a loose thread. He drew his eyes back to Minnie slowly. "It's not like I can settle down, sometimes I wish I could, but then I do and I get bored. It's a tough thing, though, not having a home. I dunno, I go back and forth all the time. But most of the time I am content with living on the road." he gave her a bit of a forced smile.

"No loosing!" he protested, "We're all winners here." he picked up his beer again and took a sip. Dean listened to her talk carefully, taking in every word and paying close attention to her face as she spoke. He wondered if the beer was making her finally talk so much, or if she felt safe enough now to blab to him. "Happy Valley? Sounds like something out of a fairy tale. But that doesn't sound to bad, having your own place and all. Makes things pretty easy, I would think."

“Yeah, but settling down in one place is kinda a big thing, dontcha thing? I mean where the hell am I going to find a place? and how? and why? and why cant I just go home?” she asked, the latter came out a little bitter and she sighed, grimacing at the thought of growing old as a gypsy and never having made a home of her own because she had always relied on going home. She didnt want that life.

Seeing him smile, she smiled in return despite the negative thoughts she had just spewed out. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…I like it. You win, I lose..” She giggled, taking another sip as she thought of what else she liked to do. “I like clothes. I mean, not designing them, I think it would end up being a wreck…but putting things together and such. I will admit that I miss having a home, my parents owned an inn and so I think my staying in hotels and motels makes me comfortable..but I miss being able to do what I want, ya know? Back in Happy Valley, I had my own little cottage. At least until I was to be married and then I would have moved to my husbands place,” there she was, spewing out her secrets.

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Dean nods and smiles at Marylou, not minding a twenty minute drive at all. He sits back and puts his hands on his knees. Glancing out the window for a moment, he feels a hand come onto his thigh. He looks away from the window and at Marylou, a smile instantly cracking on his lips. Her eyes were on their driver, so he took his fingers and touched her chin, turning her face towards his.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, darling." he whispers, his face close. He stopped thinking about what was okay or not to do around her long ago, and now he placed a kiss on her lips. It was short, and as soon as he pulled away he dropped his hand from her chin and looked back out the window.

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Dean was a meteor across her horizon, one to reappear again and again and fall over the end anyways. To be amazed when it’s there, to be nothin’ when it’s gone. And nothin’ compared to that goddamn meteor. 

A smirk plays upon her red-colored lips, her eyelashes batting as they always had when her eyes lock with dear Deans. She gives a single glance to the woman at the front as she drives, “It’s only twenty minutes into town, ain’t it?”— she doesn’t wait for reply, looking back at Dean— “Not too long,” she says so sweetly, her body close to his, her hand wandering to his thigh, her eyes on the woman the whole time. Marylou knew what games she played and how to abide the rules. She would get what she wanted. She giggles.