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[ Mmm not especially, though Dean will chat if he's prompted into it. His only friend as of not long ago was a vampire that he's still not sure he trusts.

He picks his drink up and takes a sip, his own hands scarred, fingers once healed by Cas now bent and crooked all over again. ]

Cas? You've run into him? [ Hite, though...he doesn't often drink anything beyond cheap ass domestic because it is, in fact, cheap, so he glances over at the bar, squinting. ]

They might. Seems a decent selection.

[cicatricem]

[He furrows his brow, looking a little puzzled.]

Not a him. Never had that drink?

[A pause.]

Popular in Korea, so maybe not.

[Sounds like the guy is hoping to see someone, maybe? He's not sure. Either way, he can relate to being scarred up in traumatic ways, so he can only hope 'Cass' isn't some bad figure to avoid.]

[venatoris]

I haven't, nope.

[ Hoping to see someone, maybe a little. Cas does as he pleases, but Dean's spent six months looking for him with a vampire, only to be yanked here, reunited, and he's barely seen him since. ]

I'm a fan of whiskey. Bourbon when I can get it, but I'll take whatever's on hand. [ he's easy. ]

[cicatricem]

Hnn.

[He's clearly much a very chatty guy, but Dean at least might be used to that from the more overly serious hunters that run amuck across the States. As he gets a drink from the bartender, he does seem to take note of something in particular.]

Those from this place?

[He nods to Dean's scars.

Sang-Wook isn't really up to date on who has been here and how long, but it could be helpful to see just what kind of dangers might linger around here.]

[venatoris]

Ah... [ He looks down at his hands and chuckles, flexing his fingers, thumbing over the opposite knuckle before reaching for his drink again. ]

Nah. They're, uh - from Purgatory, mostly.

[cicatricem]

[Oh, that's a great way to make a usually stoic expression turn puzzled.]

Nonliterally?

[He'd seen someone muttering on the network about this place being purgatory; he doesn't really think he believes it, but he also can't say it sounds completely outlandish. All things considered.]

[venatoris]

[ yeah it can be a hard pill to swallow, he gets it. He doesn't expect anyone to believe him, tbh. ]

Literally. I spent six months there. Came straight here. Somehow.

[cicatricem]

Sounds impossible.

[Of course, they both know that impossibilities are very real here. What reason would he have to deny, deny, deny, when he knows that anything and everything will occur here? He shrugs.]

... Guess it doesn't matter what it sounds like here.

Almost fist-fought a werewolf here, recently.