and i will find the enemy within

[ruinously]

Who: Dean and You!
What: All of the above
When: late march, early april.
Where: all over.
Warnings: will be noted in the warnings ¯\_(ツ)_/¯



adult pool;

[ sometimes, you need to breathe. Even when the sea swells and rolls and dips underfoot as far as the eye can see, no land in sight, boat swaying under boots -- sometimes you just need to breathe.

And sometimes you need to do it with a drink in your hand and your feet propped up - that's what's Dean is doing. Being on another metal tube that may sink at any given moment has triggered anxiety he didn't even know he had, and, well - drinking is always a good excuse for therapy.

He can't find any rhyme or reason to what is happening in this place anyway, and after the his first soup drenching, he's not bothered to put on clothes he likes when heading out to partake. Instead, he's shied away from the buffet tables a little and is instead lounging by the pool in his newest (and lets be real, his new favorite) pair of boardshorts and a wide brimmed hat, eyes protected by a comically large pair of sunglasses, which is all that was available in the shop.

God, he looks like such a douchebag, he knows. He also doesn't care.

Cash him outside, bitches. ]

cabins;

[ Should you actually know what Dean's cabin is (and even if you don't, knock knock bitches), then he could be found there, maybe, provided his weirdo roommate isn't lurking around. Crowley's fine, it's fine, Dean doesn't get the vibe the guys gonna take his shit, but still. Weird.

He's only ever roomed in close proximity like this with his brother and his father, and sharing a cramped space with a stranger is weird. So if they're both avoiding each other, that's fine. It's totally fine.

Not awkward at all.

At any rate - he can easily be sought out there if you happen to notice the shifting patterns, or a note can be left. Whatever you fancy. If he knows you, there might be a note slipped under your door or a message sent via shiptalk; ]


hey. drinks?

wildcard;

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Pool

[chocobosnap]

[ The shop only has clothes that Prompto wouldn't be caught dead in, but he's got some swim trunks and a neon orange tank top that says 'I don't give a ship'. He's also slathered in sunscreen, he didn't do such a good job putting it on.

Of course he is, he's pale and freckled, sun isn't going to be kind to him.

He comes in and moves to select a nearby chair with a towel in hand. He paused when he saw Dean.

He seems to be wringing his hands for a moment before he approaches. ]

H-Hi. Um. Excuse me? [ He's not wearing his gloves because he's going to go in the water but he still has sets of leather bracelets on. ]

Wh-what are you drinking?

[ruinously]

[ Dean smothers a laugh at the shirt, because that's one he's gonna have to go get for himself later. ]

Uh, a margarita. Full of tequila, pretty strong.

[ Dean squints at him, and pulls his shades down a smidge. ]

You okay, kid?

[chocobosnap]

Oh y-yeah?

[ Prompto grins, up closer he's kind of banged up on his arms like he's been in a fight recently, because he has, although he's managed to find some makeup in the sundries and he's able to hide the bruising on his face and neck.

He's kind of planning on lounging and dipping his feet anyway. ]

Uhhhh...yeah? Why?

[ He's just a very anxious person really. ]

[ruinously]

Yeah, it's delicious.

[ Dean's definitely getting the anxious vibe, it's, you know. Kinda obvious. But he seems like a nice kid, and Dean's not a dick without reason. ]

Just curious. Want a drink?

[ Maybe he needs it, alcoholic or not. ]

[chocobosnap]

[ He's technically old enough to drink, he just doesn't usually have time or safety to do so. ]

Sure. Um...just whatever you're having I guess?

[ Can't go as poorly as that one time when he was a little younger and he and Noctis got their hands on a bottle of whiskey... ]