Week 41 Dare: Drink It
[Drink It]
“The women over there would like to buy you a drink,” the bartender says as she sets another beer in front of Dean. He glances over his shoulder and grins at the table; one red head, one blonde. He gives them a wink and then makes a show of taking a drink of his beer. Any other time, he’d saunter over, make some conversation and start planning for some French thing he can’t pronounce that means threesome. Instead he hangs out by the bar, talks the tender and waits until the red head approaches-he knew it’d be the red head.
“So my friend and I were wondering” she hesitates, the tip of her tongue touching the corner of her mouth “if you’d like to have drinks with us.”
“Sweetheart, I’m never gonna turn down a drink,” Dean says with a too cocky grin and a tip of his bottle.
The red head looks over at the blonde, triumphant smile on her face and sits down next to Dean. Another half second and there’s a blond snuggling up to his other side.
They’re three beers in and a couple of shots before Dean breaks the news to the women.
“Ladies, I hate to be the one to break up this party-“
He’s interrupted by the blonde. “Our apartment isn’t far from here and we’re room mates.”
“Very open minded room mates,” the red head reminds him. Her hand is on his knee and then way too high on his thigh for anyone’s comfort.
“And there is nothing I appreciate more than open minded roommates,” Dean says, an idiot’s grin on his face. “And I am one lucky man tonight.” He glances to the red head and then the blonde, taking a moment to appreciate just how lucky. “But there is one very, very lucky girl waiting at home for me.”
The look of disappointment and rejection is pathetic and if Dean were a lesser man, he’d succumb to their pouts. His self control is better than anyone will give him credit for. It takes several more minutes for Dean to get out the door but he’s in the Impala and headed back to the motel room alone.
“Hey Hot Ass,” Dean says as he crawls into the backseat of the Impala. “Talk dirty to me.”
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
387 words
“The women over there would like to buy you a drink,” the bartender says as she sets another beer in front of Dean. He glances over his shoulder and grins at the table; one red head, one blonde. He gives them a wink and then makes a show of taking a drink of his beer. Any other time, he’d saunter over, make some conversation and start planning for some French thing he can’t pronounce that means threesome. Instead he hangs out by the bar, talks the tender and waits until the red head approaches-he knew it’d be the red head.
“So my friend and I were wondering” she hesitates, the tip of her tongue touching the corner of her mouth “if you’d like to have drinks with us.”
“Sweetheart, I’m never gonna turn down a drink,” Dean says with a too cocky grin and a tip of his bottle.
The red head looks over at the blonde, triumphant smile on her face and sits down next to Dean. Another half second and there’s a blond snuggling up to his other side.
They’re three beers in and a couple of shots before Dean breaks the news to the women.
“Ladies, I hate to be the one to break up this party-“
He’s interrupted by the blonde. “Our apartment isn’t far from here and we’re room mates.”
“Very open minded room mates,” the red head reminds him. Her hand is on his knee and then way too high on his thigh for anyone’s comfort.
“And there is nothing I appreciate more than open minded roommates,” Dean says, an idiot’s grin on his face. “And I am one lucky man tonight.” He glances to the red head and then the blonde, taking a moment to appreciate just how lucky. “But there is one very, very lucky girl waiting at home for me.”
The look of disappointment and rejection is pathetic and if Dean were a lesser man, he’d succumb to their pouts. His self control is better than anyone will give him credit for. It takes several more minutes for Dean to get out the door but he’s in the Impala and headed back to the motel room alone.
“Hey Hot Ass,” Dean says as he crawls into the backseat of the Impala. “Talk dirty to me.”
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
387 words