"It's Dan-" he began to say, but he could almost feel the information fading from Dean's mind, so he trailed off as his new friend yelled about spicy water, and then stared as he sank the whole bottle in one swallow. Fucking hell, it was like that bit in Animal House, but in real life.
There was no way he could match that, since sinking a bottle of vodka would probably result in him having to go get his stomach pumped or something gross like that, but he did drink another mouthful. Four swallows of vodka in as many minutes. No wonder he was starting to feel it already. Was he going to drink more? Probably, yeah.
"It's, uh. Loud in my head? And the spicy water helps make it quiet." Danny held the bottle up as he spoke, to illustrate his point, and hoped that Dean was okay with that explanation. He even managed a smile.