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Here I Go Again

There was somebody rocking out in the Media Library. Depending on when a person was stopping by, they would either be greeted with Dean drumming on any surface he can as AC/DC blasted loudly from his headphones. Or there was the sight of him glued to a screen watching Whitesnake's Here I Go Again music video. Yes, the hot one with Tawny Kitaen dancing on lead singer David Coverdale's Jaguar and looking smoking in lingerie. Definitely one of Dean's personal favorite videos, and if he was thinking anybody else stepping in for the lovely Kitaen to do a similar number on his Impala, he ain't talking. Still he was singing along, and tapping his feet so he had to stand out some in the normally quiet room.

Sorry to anybody (including geeky little brothers) who were happening to do research or a quiet read at the same time.

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There were some vague thoughts in Jamie's head about going down to the Media Library and checking out one of those horror movie-things he had heard about. Not that he really needed a scare, but he was curious to see if there was in fact anything frightening to them. He also might have been a wee bit bored.

Someone was singing, though, and it was to something that Jamie didn't recognize. Curious, he poked his head into the pod that Dean was in - only to be caught up by the sight of a red-headed lass dancing on a car. Any vague thoughts of watching horror movies promptly went right out of Jamie's head. This was much better.

He's quiet until the end of the video. Afterwards, he clears his throat and remarks, "That's a verra flexible lassie."

Dean had a wide grin, "I know. Awesome isn't it?"

He turned back to the screen, already having watched it a couple of times.

"The best view is when you pause it juuust right. There. No bra when she's hanging out the window."

"Aye!" No arguments from Jamie here. It is pretty awesome.

He tilts his head to get a better look as Dean pauses it. Definitely awesome. "I've never understood why they came up with that bra-thing, anyway. In my day, it didn't exist."

"I know, our hands work just fine for it," Dean smugly agreed, and added, "Yeah, how far back in time are you?"

"18th century," Jamie replies with a shrug. So it was shifts and bodices and stays and the like. "Although I have to admit that ye didn't get to see as much back then."

He turns back to inspect the video for a few more moments. "This is much better."

"Ugh where it's about layers, that's no fun. At least until you could get them all off. Bet doing the nasty takes hours just to undress."

Dean gestured, "Hell, there's this, and there's even nude beaches in some places. Only problem is not enough hot girls at those."

"Aye, well," he says noncommittally. "There's a knack to it." Not that he actually got a chance to get much in the way of practice before he went wandering off through space and time, but there must have been one. Of course, any thoughts on that go right out the window at Dean's next words.

"Nude beaches? What are those?"

"Oh man, they're awesome. Well depending on the who's disrobing. Too often it's some fat guy that really needs to keep his car parked in the garage. Occasionally there'll be a good looking chick in just what nature gave her. Clothing completely optional in those place. Other places it's topless but hey, plenty of fine boobs watching potential."

"Oh!" That sounds...rather nice, actually. He's just not going to think too hard about any naked men being there, no matter what size they are.

"Do ye have a lot of them where ye come from?"

Low whistle.

"I'll say this about the future, it could be more supportive of its harlots, but this? This is nice."

Yeah Dean, you got a guy watching over your shoulder now.

Dean glanced back over his shoulder.

"The future? Dude have you been missing out. Pull up a chair, man." He beckoned him over. He's been looping the video for playback. Plus pausing on key points is a wonderful thing.

"You can see her boob at one point."

"Yeah? Outside a good Inn, used to be you could see both at all points. Or eight. Depending on how close you were to Egypt."

But he pulls up a chair anyway.

Dean eyed him, "Oh you mean hookers? We still got them or did back home. But usually can find some hot women in bars too. Some of them are real creative. This one yoga instructor...man. Bendiest weekend of my life."

Part of him still misses Lisa and Ben. He hoped they got spared, but he wasn't sure. They weren't really family after all, just one he hoped for being.

"Yeah, hookers. I know those. Dunno man, I think the Egyptians were classier." He raises his eyebrows. "But if you wanna talk creative, buddy, start with 8 Chinese concubines, throw in an 8-way secret affair . . ."

Dean shrugged at that since he wouldn't know that much about Egyptians. Except some of their rituals.

But then hearing about eight concubines....

"No fucking way. Eight? At the same time? You lucky son of bitch."

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