Re: The Bar
"...oh, wow," Dean vocalized, more to himself than to the woman addressing him who was dressed...well, it wasn't something he saw everyday at the camps.
"Yes. I mean, no," he said, louder. He was awesome at this. Clearly. He grimaced, self-consciously, and tried to start over.
He signaled the bartender again for a drink, nervously, and then glanced back at the woman, making sure to keep his eyes on her face, though they wanted to travel further down. "I'm, uh...new to all this," he admitted.