Or, The Continuation of Lady Effing Juno and Sir Curtis, Esq.'s IM Correspondence
Curtis: Is that a CASTIEL sugar cookie? I can tell you're counting the days until they film in your neighbourhood again.
Juno: I'm going to try to lure Jensen with a Mars Bar tied to a string, discreetly tossed his way since there's no getting past that bodyguard. THEN hit him with the roofie pie...good plan, yes?
Curtis: wait wat..He can be had for the price of a Mars bar? Hold on, I'm going out to buy one of those 4-packs
Juno: No, you get his attention with the mars bar, then reel him in (hence the string), then flash the boobs like so:
( . Y . ) < - which I haz and you don't so neener
Curtis: LOL...So, you admit you're a boob flasher. Well, acknowledgement IS the first step.
Juno: I don't WANT to unveil Shock and Awe, but I will if I have to.
Curtis: I admit to being a little surprised you didn't choose 'Sam' and 'Dean' for names.
Juno: Already taken. 'Sam' and 'Dean' are the washers in our laundry room when one takes them for a ride on spin cycle. When they start to ka-thunk, ka-thunk around the room on "spin" because of an uneven load, that's what you call a Big Daddy Winchester. Heh.
Curtis: So, we're leg-humping washing machines on 'spin' now?
Juno: Hey, I have needs. Also, I get clean clothes out of the deal, so win/win.
Curtis: You truly are elegance personified.
Juno: Believe it.
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