There's a little compressed almost-grin forming on Stark's face in response to Winchester's cynicism. Who could blame him, after hanging out in Hell for a while, if he doesn't believe everything he's told? But it's still funny. As if the very air in the room doesn't give away the lack of Hellion influence. "A hell of a trick is right." Stark looks dispassionately at his arm. "Still, even I can't walk into Hell and expect to get away without a souvenir or two."
Finishing when the nasty-smelling potion, Stark caps the jar and tosses it back into his bag. He reaches over to reclaim the bottle of whisky, and grabs the room service menu off the bedside table while he's at it. Takes a swig, scans the menu, then tosses it at Winchester. "Hungry? The food here's barely passable, but dead cow still tastes better than sauteed manticore or unicorn salad." Setting the whisky down again, he hauls himself to his feet and starts digging for socks and a shirt.
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Date: 2013-04-07 12:37 am (UTC)Finishing when the nasty-smelling potion, Stark caps the jar and tosses it back into his bag. He reaches over to reclaim the bottle of whisky, and grabs the room service menu off the bedside table while he's at it. Takes a swig, scans the menu, then tosses it at Winchester. "Hungry? The food here's barely passable, but dead cow still tastes better than sauteed manticore or unicorn salad." Setting the whisky down again, he hauls himself to his feet and starts digging for socks and a shirt.