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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Jun 4, 2011 19:49:43 GMT -5
Dean rapped his knuckles rhythmically as he sat at the booth table by one of the huge windows at the resturant. He slowly began to scan around the room as he checked out everything. Even though it a was a pretty public place his old hunting skills still told him to scope out the place for anything that might have seemed suspicious. After a while he decided that the place was on the level and relaxed a bit, but not by too much. He still had to be on his feet just in case.
Though for it being the lunch hour he would have imagined that a popular place like McDonalds would have been packed with all sorts of people looking to grab a quick burger. But infact it was only half-full which was rather surprising. At least on the bright sidet that let him grab a pretty good table from where he could look out the window and easily spot his car in the parking lot. So it did not look like anyone in the parking lot was going to cause any harm to the Impala. No one better have not or he would have been on that person so fast and ripped them a new one.
He was also glad that there was a lack of kids in the joint as well save for the two little munchkins that were standing infront of Shiloh in the order line. They were both swinging from the bars that they had up to keep the line tidy, At least they were screaming at the top of their lungs as he would imagine that Shiloh would grab them and probablly toss them somewhere to shut them up. But from the looks of it Shiloh was just standing quite still as she waited for the line to move a long. He was glad that he wasn't in her shoes at that moment. |
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Post by SHILOH SUMMERLAND on Jun 4, 2011 19:51:33 GMT -5
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