Dean/Zatanna
"If that's not water, your alcohol budget must be massive." Zatanna mused as she came to stand near the dragonborn. She'd made the decision to be more social, the talk of magic classes spurring her on as well as the possibility of alcohol she didn't have to create herself. So off she'd went, dressed in a long, black wool coat with hints of her high boots and fishnets showing when she walked, her dark hair left to hang without her usual top hat perched on it. It was flattened and in a safe pocket hidden in her coat, she never went anywhere without it or her wand, but she hadn't been in the mood to make herself stand out that much while enjoying the fires and the company of her station mates.
Of course, she had picked up one of the alcoholic drinks on her way over to join him, her immaculate french tips tapping lightly on the bottle once after she spoke. "Nepo." She said, causing a soft pop sound, the cap of her bottle sliding off into her other hand with no effort or potential nail breakage on her part. She took a slow drink, enjoying the burn before looking back up to him with a friendly smile. "I can refill that for you if you'd like."