Ruby rolled her eyes at the ever biting Winchester wit downing her tequila in one. "Hey, blonde me was in no way an Ice Queen" she insisted feeling the need to defend her last body, her 'type'. And Sam was being overly serious and chaperon like anyway, stick in the mud like Dean had said.
The brunette was pretty, and probobly had more intelligance than the teaspoonful the redhead had been blessed with.
"She might buy it, depends how good your BS is. But you guys are practicly masters of it so I think your golden. Course if you really want the redhead I have another idea that'll make you owe me many drinks"