Drew giggled almost into Dean's ear and then bit - gently - on the boy's earlobe. "Hmm, you best get me out of here quick then." he suggested, his body moving against Dean's like a cat that wanted attention, like he had no control over what he was doing.
He couldn't really see straight unless he kept one eye closed, but it wouldn't have mattered in the diim light of th club anyway - that and Drew was used to seeing Dean's face appear when Dean wasn't there; Dean, Ozzie, Alfie, the faces of people he had real feelings for appeared to him at times, usually when he was high like this. Usually they made him break down into tears, but the fake/maybe/probably-not Dean was just, just a warm body and another person.