Well, he did have a point, Emily realized as she glanced around. There were literally no customers in the bar and the likelihood of Dean caring even if there were was slim to none. He was drunk, so drunk in fact that Emily was starting to get drunk just off the fumes.
"Don't call me that!" She snapped out at him even if she had been the one to say it earlier. That had been a mistake and she wasn't even a hooker for longer than say, ten minutes after she'd woken up in bed with him. Faith had already promised her that she could help her run the business instead of being one of the workers. Faith's people skills were for shit so Emily figured that she needed her.
She pushed him in the chest, to express her anger but it was hardly ever much to him. This time though, so muddled by alcohol he staggered a little bit under her weight and nearly fell backwards.
Emily just held her breath and then started to laugh as he used the wall to steady himself.
"I don't think I've ever seen you this drunk before!" Emily was a little delighted at the prospect. She'd met Dean in hell so she had seen him in a lot of interesting circumstances but she'd never seen him drunk like this before.