[ Whiskey's a good drink for every occasion. Down in the dumps? Better order Jack. Night out? Time for some Jim. Drowning your sorrows? Order a Jameson.
Dean tends towards the cheaper end, but that's normally all that he can afford, but oh...when he comes into any cash, he's always thrilled to order something that's smooth and amber, that doesn't burn when it goes down, doesn't settle in his stomach like rocks.
He swirls said Jack in his glass, glancing over at her with a ghost of a smile, because he knows the look, even if he has no idea what caused it. ]
What can I say, I'm erudite. [ No, Dean. No you're not.
He is, however, smarter than he looks and smarter than a lot of people give him credit for. ]
I'm Dean. [ He puts a hand out, offering it to shake. ]
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Dean tends towards the cheaper end, but that's normally all that he can afford, but oh...when he comes into any cash, he's always thrilled to order something that's smooth and amber, that doesn't burn when it goes down, doesn't settle in his stomach like rocks.
He swirls said Jack in his glass, glancing over at her with a ghost of a smile, because he knows the look, even if he has no idea what caused it. ]
What can I say, I'm erudite. [ No, Dean. No you're not.
He is, however, smarter than he looks and smarter than a lot of people give him credit for. ]
I'm Dean. [ He puts a hand out, offering it to shake. ]