Dean snorted, going to sit on on his own bed so that he was facing Jo. "I could get a job, what's the fun in that? I'd have to go in all day and pretend to be Mr. 2.5 kids with a picket fence and I'd never have enough time to defend my baby from hot bartenders who come to attack her. I'd rather get rent money from a drunken round of poker with you."
Dean didn't even realize that he had called her 'hot' because the alcohol was making everything come out just a bit easier. He flashed her his cockiest grin. "Are you willing to bet on it, Jo?" He raised his glass to her. Maybe if they both got drunk enough things would work themself out...