[She lifts her chin a little in response as she joins him, taking in his state. Dean's not what she'd normally consider an especially polished guy, but she can see the difference.
Apparently it's going around.
She climbs on the table, sitting on it with her feet up on the seat. Is it a gremlin move? Yes. But Dean is taller than she is, and this way she doesn't have to look up at him.]
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Apparently it's going around.
She climbs on the table, sitting on it with her feet up on the seat. Is it a gremlin move? Yes. But Dean is taller than she is, and this way she doesn't have to look up at him.]
So what are we drinking about?