[ Dean snorts, because aren't most bets dumb? He even cracks a marginal grin before knocking back his own shot once they've appeared, ignoring the burn without even fragmenting his features. He's done shots more times than he can count, this is no different... except everything is different and that's the goddamn problem.
But that's not something that's on the table. Booze is; booze is always on the table, and it's a damn excellent hiding place when you know how to abuse it. ]
Not too long. [ There's not even a shrug this time - he doesn't care that he's mixing liquor. Probably should, has to wonder just how far he's willing to take this alcoholic joy ride but he just doesn't care, and he slips his shot glass upside down a little too proudly. Fake as fuck. ] Couple of beers don't exactly count, do they?
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But that's not something that's on the table. Booze is; booze is always on the table, and it's a damn excellent hiding place when you know how to abuse it. ]
Not too long. [ There's not even a shrug this time - he doesn't care that he's mixing liquor. Probably should, has to wonder just how far he's willing to take this alcoholic joy ride but he just doesn't care, and he slips his shot glass upside down a little too proudly. Fake as fuck. ] Couple of beers don't exactly count, do they?