Good Graces, Bad Influence //Azi//

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azrael watched him with a quiet, contemplative look on her features. She honestly had no idea what he was doing or what he wanted, so staying quiet and only answering with a shrug seemed like her best option. She'd never been a southern belle, nor would she ever be one, so it was not really a concern of hers to play nice. She simply wanted to just live life to it's fullest.

Dark eyes shifted from him to the house, her instincts telling her that she didn't like the guy at all, didn't trust him as far as she could throw him, which in all honesty, was probably across the room with little effort. Lots of broken things, but little effort on her part. She'd tangled with bigger and badder and had a few scars to prove it, but they were faded unless you could touch them, then you felt the lines.

Sliding out of the truck to stand, she shut the door and locked it with a swift, practiced movement. "Should we go and check on your sister?" she asked, almost using that as a reason to escape. She had no idea why Dean would really choose her over the prettier girls who definitely fit his up bringing, but for now she wouldn't question anymore.

[dean jackson starr]

Dean followed Azi's gaze to the house, he had almost forgotten about Piper and Tom, maybe it was the hangover that muddled his mind. There wasn't a peep until he saw the garage door open up and Tom walking out.
"See ya around Tom! Thanks for the help!" Piper was calling to the guy.
"No problem, thanks for breakfast!" Tom called back before getting into his shiny little Porsche that was sitting in the driveway. He nodded to Dean as he pulled out.
Dean nodded back, but couldn't help but glare daggers at him.
The next car to leave the driveway was Piper in his own bright red truck. He almost had to double back when he saw his sister behind the truck wheel. "Woah now! Where do ya think yer goin'!?" Dean called, waving her to stop.

"Picking up mom and dad, duhh, someone's gotta go to the airport and I figured you'd want to hang around here with your girlfriend." Piper replied, nonchalantly through the rolled down window.

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azi nearly choked on air at Piper's words, almost ready to grab her. She was glad the other kid was gone, not caring for him at all and instead she opted to stare at the ground, her entire attitude one of not caring as Dean looked frantically at his sister. This was why all of her cars, well her truck, was manual. Not many people drove them anymore. Made a great way for people to not steal. Sighing, she shook her head and shrugged, hoping that she could use this time to sneak out without meeting the parents.

Doubtful, but she could try anyways. Azi rolled her eyes and waved at Piper, seemingly oblivious to Dean's frantic motions as she lit another cigarette, inhaling the nicotine before she exhaled, the thin stream of smoke going between her lips and up into the sky. "Then this is my cue to scram," she said with a light laugh. "The end result of this will not be good if I stick around."

[dean jackson starr]

Dean turned to stare at Azi. This was not going along as planned at all. Right before Mr. and Mrs. Starr left, Mr. Starr had made jokes about how Dean had to go find a girl to marry already. He had apparently been living around the house and at his New York apartment for much too long. Apparently it was supposed to be time for him to be finding someone to settle down with, it was the way of the Southerners. Maybe the expected some cute little rodeo queen, or maybe it was a nice model girl. Dean had said "fat chance!" to them. Now he was going to have a lot of explaining to do.

Instead he choose to attempt to play it off. "Nahhhh they'll love you!" he said with a big goofy grin to hide his franticness. "Plus, Piper is never letting us get away with this..."

[azrael murphy devlin]

The disbelieving look she shot him should have said it all. However it seemed to not at all matter, seeing as they were currently standing here with her trying to leave and him doing just about everything short of tossing her over his shoulder. Combined hangovers were not helping either considering they both had pounding headaches. Sighing, she slid out another cigarette and toyed with it, as about close to a nervous tell she got. Azrael rarely allowed herself to he nervous, it just didn't suit the girl especially since she had no one left to turn to.

Shaking her head in amusement, she figured she may as well prove her point. "Fine, I'll stick around. But I do reccommend showering. Its a good place to start."