"I'll figure it out," Levi said, still glowering slightly. It was simply his nature to look at least a little put out at all times, and so there was no stopping it. Not even now. Although Dean himself wasn't getting any of the brunt of his moods. He didn't deserve it, even if he did have stupidly chiseled features.
If Dean wanted the sort of challenge where he was shoved against a wall, Levi could pretty easily manage that as well, but for now, he was satisfied with things as they were. He sniffed a little curiously at the beer before seemingly deciding it was fine and tipping it back for a long swallow.
Yeah. It'd been a while. He glanced over at the ball return while he considered his answer. How come? He shrugged, pushing his bottle into Dean's hand before going to pick up his ball again. "No point in something that makes you lose focus in a place where you can't let your guard down." Which was true, in a way. Levi never chanced drinking on missions. But he also had a bit of a suspicion that if he'd started drinking in the recent past, he probably wouldn't have ever stopped.
When he took his next turn, it was with a calculating expression of set determination. No pins were left standing, this time.