Dean cut his eyes at her the moment she walked in the door. And followed her as she moved around the bar. Watched her as she grabbed a beer, all hunched over his own drink. The tumbler between his fingers, the bottle not out of reach. When she stood in front of him he knew he should have gone with something much much stronger. Bourbon just wasn't strong enough.
He finished off the half glass that he'd been toying with before answering her. "Ninety." Was she really going to push? He groaned when he saw that ring on her finger, and grabbed the bottle. Topping up his glass before downing it. Bourbon wasn't made to be drank like that, but at that moment he didn't give a shit.