Ugh, just thinking about that morning made Dean's stomach turn. He made a face and looked at the shotglass and groaned a little. "You're freakin' evil," he said before grabbin' the shotglass and throwin' it back. He was just a little tipsy right now, but he knew that if he would get up and actually start walking around, it would hit him. He was good right where he was.
He watched her for a few minutes as she smiled after saying 'I told you so.' Wench. Rubbing his hands together, he leaned forward, pouring another shot and setting it on the table.
"Alright," he started.
"I've never slept with Faith," he said and saw her facial expressions change. What? He was just kidding, that wasn't his real question, but from the look on Emily's face?
...
"You're fucking kidding!" Dean was pleasantly surprised. He didn't know she had it in her.
"Well, now you gotta tell me all about that," he said and leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest.