Dean groaned as once again the bar he was looking for was not right around the corner. He knew any minute now Sam would ask something or say something. It was how they worked, wasn't it? Or it had been.
What they got as they rounded the corner was more dance than bar, but he needed a drink. He needed a drink now, and he'd have to face the music. It wasn't like they were on a job. Also, it wasn't like they'd never been in themed bars or ritzy places. They'd suck it up.
"Com'on." Dean led the way in, hoping to hell no one he knew saw him in this place. He was not dancing, but he didn't mind watching. Certainly not that one there, nice ass. He hit Sam's arm and tilted his head to the woman dancing. It wasn't a bad view, was it?