Finally, she dropped the whole subject and Dean was a little more than grateful. He watched her, raising his eyebrow when she got down on the floor and asked about a drinking game. He could do a drinking game, but eh ... then she offered a few other things and plopped right on the couch beside him again.
He grinned a little, looking in her direction before turning a little in his spot and facing her now. "Oh, I'm sure I could think of a few things," he wondered outloud, looking a little ahead, pondering. "And I think one of them would be awesome with some whipped cream and ... OW!" He laughed a little and held onto his arm where she smacked him and he relented.
"Yeah, I was joking," he shrugged and grabbed the bottle.
"Drinking game it is, but you know how it ends. I have to pick you up and plop you in the bed because you pretty much pass out," he told her, pretty much what she already knew. "But hey, if you think you can beat me this time, let's do it."