Dean looked about as he walked over toward the rest of the group. It was a bit chilly inside but hey, he had beer and whiskey. He could see popcorn and snacks. This was almost a perfect place for Dean to be stuck in. He hoped they had some cheesy B-flicks, maybe even Godzilla would rock.
"Dexter, Fred, Ace," he nodded to them since they said their names, the rest he didn't know yet. "I'm Dean." He looked about then back to Fred as she mentioned the title.
Decameron.
Well he had to guess, wasn't porn. So it was some sort of book. He tried to rack his brain of the title. Many people thought Dean wasn't smart. but he was. He did his share of reading and research. Just didn't like it.
"Nope, can't say I have. Read Dante's Inferno though," He added which he also once lived through as well. Something he didn't like talking about. Didn't want to and it was bad enough he relived it every time he closed his eyes. Hence the drinking.
"Okay, I gotta ask." He looked to Ace. "Why Ace? And why Fred? Are they short for something?"