Dean had dragged you into a dive bar, just for fun. “Cmon! It’ll be fun, promise.” he gave you a wink, slinging an arm over your shoulders, steering you towards the bar.

“Hey, Donnie.” Dean calls to the bartender as he sits down. “I’ll do the Hervé Villechaize. Thanks.” He grinned at the man.

“I love this place,” Dean grinned over at you. “Good beer, good grub, and respectable people.”

Just as Dean said the last sentence, one of the men playing pool behind you started celebrating his victory loudly, while the other two kept mostly quiet. “BOOM! Money. Now. Loser!” The man shouted while Dean rolled his eyes and gave him a weird look.

Donnie had come back with the Hervé Villechaize, and the pool game had been forgotten. Dean grinned wide, pulling the plate closer to him and grabbing a chip. “What’s up with the Abercrombie rejects?” He asked Donnie.

“College kids. ‘Slumming it’.” Donnie replied, wiping down the counter nearby.

“Slumming it? What are you talking about? This is a nice joint, huh. You got those custom urinal pucks.” Dean took a swig of his beer.

“Cmon, bitches, who’s next? 20 bucks a game.” The college kid behind you guys asked. Dean stared at the chip in his hand, before letting out a small sigh, throwing it down on his plate. He messed his hair up, grabbed his beer, winking at you as he stood up, clearly pretending to be drunk by the way he was ‘stumbling’.