Holy Frijoles, Baltimore, Sunday evening

[saltandammo]

Dean grinned at his brother as they were sat at a table in the small mexican restaurant. "Lots of atmosphere here, huh? Too bad we can't get any tequila though."

[ooc: nfb due to distance, for the sasquatch with floppy hair.]

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[psychic_wonder]

"I'm pretty sure they wouldn't let us have any even if it weren't for the alcohol laws," Sam pointed out. "Unless you want to take a chance on your fake ID."

[saltandammo]

"Never had a problem with it before," Dean said confidently. "It's all in the attitude. I mean hey, we didn't even get carded earlier, did we?"

[psychic_wonder]

Sam turned red enough to almost match the dark decor of the restaurant. "No, we didn't. I guess we look legal enough, and since you were just shopping..."

[saltandammo]

"I wasn't the only one," Dean pointed out, pausing to smile at the waitress when she brought them chips and salsa. "Thanks sweetheart."