UNIVERSAL IC CONTACT

[failedparenting]

[There's no personalized message, just a robot lady voice telling you to leave a message for a John Winchester at the tone.]

Comments

voicemail;

[momchester]

[yes, you're getting a call, in the middle of Mary's work day.]

Hey, John... wanna meet me for lunch?

[And it's after John's lunch, too, so of course he just ate.]

Re: voicemail;

[failedparenting]

[Luckily, it's a slow day at the garage, so he can take the time to talk.]

Ah, sure babe, but I already ate.

phone call;

[momchester]

Hm.

[She sounds extremely interested.]

That's funny... so did I.

phone call;

[failedparenting]

[Well that's....suspicious.]

Really? So what, aren't you full?

phone call;

[momchester]

I guess I'm not really that hungry.

[It's adorable when he's slow on the uptake. Actually, that's not fair, blindsiding him like this in the middle of work. She'd be slow too.]

phone call;

[failedparenting]

[What is she-

Oh. Ooohhhhhh. Score!]

Well, we're having a slow day so I think I can duck out. Where do you want to...have lunch.

phone call;

[momchester]

Mm, I don't know. I was thinking here at work, you know, something quick in the back room, but then I thought it might be nice to go home for a longer meal.

Re: phone call;

[failedparenting]

[Goddamn, Mary.]

How about I meet you at home? We can make something a little more filling there.

Re: phone call;

[momchester]

Mm.

[It's supposed to just be a noncommittal noise of agreement, but it sounds a little less family-friendly than that. Oops.]

Perfect. I'll be home in a few minutes. [Love that teleporting power.] When can I expect you?

Re: phone call;

[failedparenting]

I'll be there in 15. We're not too far from the apartments.

[Thank god he switched from that garage in 5 to one in 4. He'd never could make it home if he was across the city.]

Or you could come pick me up.

[momchester]

I think I should get home and get the place cleaned up.

[and kick Meowth out.]

[failedparenting]

I can deal with that. See you soon

[And with that, he quickly ditches his coworkers with the rest of the day's work and practically jogs back to the apartments.]

[momchester]

[She fakes sick, gets out of work, and is home in the blink of an eye to kick Meowth out. Once that's done, Mary turns her attention to cleaning the place up. It's pretty simple, actually, since it wasn't actually messy before- all she does is change into a button-down dress and undergarments that are a little nicer. It's a pretty respectable ensemble from the outside, until she slips on a pair of heels that she doesn't wear outside the apartment except to go dancing. She turns the heat way up, too, since she still isn't used to the cold that comes with John's power that he still isn't good at turning off.

She ponders looking in the closet for all the stuff she shoplifted from the sex shop in the spring, but doesn't get past opening up a few boxes before she hears a knock. Mary shoves the stuff back into the closet (and most of it makes it) and answers the door very casually.]

Hi.

[failedparenting]

[Halfway there he's forced to slow down, mostly because he's been neglecting cardio and he can't do this shit anymore. Fuck. Well, at least he's not a sweating, heavy breathing mess when he gets to Mary's door. Small mercies, you know.

He doesn't so much knock on the door as he slams it with his palm.]

Hey.

[momchester]

Hi.

[No he isn't, he actually looks really good. She hangs on the door looking at him for a long second before letting him in and leading him deeper into the apartment, fuck-me heels clicking conspicuously.]

You got here fast.

[failedparenting]

[He only looks down (look, he's got other priorities up top) when he hears the clicking of heels, and his day gets about ten times better.

He'll see to it those heels are digging into his ass by the end of the day, goddamn.]

Ran the entire way here. You know me, I'd never miss out on a good meal.

[momchester]

I know that about you.

[A little smile.]

So how has your day been going?

[s-so casual. it's conversation time!]

[failedparenting]

Oh, you know.

[The long searing look John gives her surprisingly causes no fires.]

Not much. Slow day, I even clocked out early.

[momchester]

Yeah?

[She casually leans against a table, the surface small enough that her shoulders are within six inches of the wall when her ass is only just touching it. Her smile is nonchalant.]

Why? You planning on being gone all afternoon?

[failedparenting]

Well, yeah. A little late lunch and hooky never killed anyone.