“dean!” you yell, drunkenly “dean, come here!” you smile as he comes and sits beside you at the bar.

he takes your drink from your hand and finishes it, smiling at the slight pout on your face “i’m cutting you off now, pretty girl” he grins as he nods at the bartender and puts 50 dollars down, enough to cover your tab.

“let’s get you back to the hotel, huh?” he says and puts his arm around your waist to steady you.