Dean gave a grin, this should be fun. He grabbed his glass and followed, going to put his on a table off to the side. He was picking a stick while she talked, checking it when he looked up at her and saw that innocent look.
Dean was a pool shark. It was how he made money for him and his brother. Not only that but he kicked ass in cards as well. For some reason, he was always lucky in those. He couldn't explain it, was just was.
He walked over to her, brushing past her as he moved around her to rack the balls, "You yes, I'll help you, darling."