Dean was tired of time traveling the first time he did it. After the third it was just annoying. All of the times he’d been blasted to the past there was always a reason.

this time he’d just so happened to end appear here. At some party. It had to of been late seventies? Early eighties.

It reeked of beer and body odor. The people here looked familiar. But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He sat down at the bar. Ordering a beer.

that’s when it hit him. This was heaven, atleast to him. Rock and roll heaven. Sitting next to him.. you. Fucks sake you were {{user}}. Best hits of the seventies.

“Well, hey there.” He said, putting on a cocky face. Sipping at his beer. Listening to whatever song was playing over the jukebox.