Smirking, Lois looked back at Dean and gave him a shrug. "Eh, I don't mind. I didn't buy it." And that was true. But hell, if people weren't willing to let other people have it, they shouldn't have left it in the community kitchen. They should have put it in their own kitchen.
But she did wish they had at least put it in the fridge.
She skirted around Dean to shove the bottles into the freezer, knowing neither of them would actually freeze, but wanting to cool them down at least a little before she tapped into them, then moved back to the cabinets. Lois figured there wouldn't be any shot glasses, so small glasses would have to do. "Take your pick which one you want. I'm going for the tequila myself." Or that was what she would drink first, at least.