"Pretty sure you look sexy in everything, no jacket required. One man's opinion." He'd spent more time trying to picture what she'd look like out of it than anything else. "Straight up's the only way I drink it, sweetheart. Just hope you can keep up." Maybe he was digging a hole with the smack talk but he didn't really care. When she leaned forward, he was pretty brazen in glancing down her shirt. "Definitely not forfeiting."
When the waitress came back with their tray of drinks, Dean opened the bottle of jack, filling up two of the shot glasses with it. He'd have given her a lot of crap if she wanted to mix it with coke or have it on ice. "No good luck kiss?"