Priorities
Word: Twitch
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I would definitely shift around some priorities to own them. Unfortunately, no matter what I did, I think I'm outta luck.
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Dean's thumb twitched over the call button before he pocketed the phone, turned back toward the beer and the girl.
"Somethin' more interesting come up?" She shook her bleached hair, thrust her chest in invitation.
"Nothing pressin'," one swallow finished off the bottle, and Dean turned on the barstool, opened his hips wide, tapped his fingers on his inseam.
"Well good, 'cause I was planning on keeping you busy."
"Good plan," he's leaning in, getting the evening started right when Metallica starts in his pocket.
Dean glanced at the chick, grabbed the phone.
"Dean, you got a sec."
"Always, Sammy."