DEN OF INIQUITY
WOW: peppermint. Dean's found a very special place ...
Disclaimer: I don't own him, I've written to Santa.
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Dean took a long draught on his scotch and scanned the lavish red velvet and gold décor around him, grinning broadly as he relished the silky-smooth burn.
This place was awesome (even if Sam, the great girl, didn't approve); Peppermint Giraffe, the exclusive club for the discerning gentleman who enjoys classy and mature entertainment of the more risqué variety, the sensual delights of which were only accessible to the great and the good, the true pillars of society.
Dean had never been so grateful for a false identity.
Especially now it was time for the topless pogo-stick race to begin.
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