Maybe it was only a matter of time, but still. His bar! No touchy! Or so he'd like to believe. And now he's got that "no outside business" crap to deal with on top of it? Great.
He settles for a long-suffering sigh, a quick snap of the fingers, and an even quicker exit booked stage left.
If one of the legs on Dean's table suddenly gets just short enough to make the whole thing wobble obnoxiously? Hey, whatever. These things happen.
He downs the whiskey fast as anything, then shoves the bottle and glass as far away from him as possible. The look he shoots one of the waitrats suggests that he would like the evidence removed ten minutes ago, please.
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Aw, hell no.
(He only wishes that pun was intentional.)
Maybe it was only a matter of time, but still. His bar! No touchy! Or so he'd like to believe. And now he's got that "no outside business" crap to deal with on top of it? Great.
He settles for a long-suffering sigh, a quick snap of the fingers, and an even quicker exit booked stage left.
If one of the legs on Dean's table suddenly gets just short enough to make the whole thing wobble obnoxiously? Hey, whatever. These things happen.
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He could fix it, just wad up some napkins or cardboard and prop up the uneven leg, but --
Well.
After a couple more shots of whiskey, Dean's on his way to too tipsy to care.
And maybe tonight he'll nab another couple hours of sleep.
But probably not.
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Clearly, this needs to be remedied.
"Hi, Dean!"
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Shit. Anna.
He downs the whiskey fast as anything, then shoves the bottle and glass as far away from him as possible. The look he shoots one of the waitrats suggests that he would like the evidence removed ten minutes ago, please.
"Hey, kiddo."
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And grown-ups sometimes have drinks.
Unless you drink lots and lots and lots, or drink and then try to drive, it's okay.
"How are you?" Anna asks.
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Dean's a damn good liar when he has to be.
Even now.
(Maybe especially now.)
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