When Lois heard someone clearing his throat behind her she looked away from the cabinet she'd been digging through. "Hey," she said simply when she saw it was Dean, then turned back to keep sliding stuff around in the high cabinet, occasionally pulling something out to set it on the counter if it was in the way. She was after something. She knew there was alcohol in one of these cabinets, she'd seen it recently. And dammit, she wanted some.
"I thought you were out of town," she said, being nice as her attention was officially focused elsewhere. But she was Lois, she could do two things at once. Most of the time.
And then she spotted it. Shoved back into the darkest corner stood two bottles, almost like they didn't want anyone to find them in the first place. But, with all the kids here in the building, who could blame people for that? Not that a back corner would have ever stopped her when she was a teenager, but still. "Aha!" she actually said, a broad grin spreading across her face as she pulled out a bottle of rum first, then a bottle of tequila. Ah, tequila. That would make her night wonderful.