A GLASS OF WHINE
WOW: star. A fancy restaurant doesn't impress Dean. He doesn't impress it, either...
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own them!
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"Sam, I get that we're meeting Rowena at this fancypants restaurant, but why can't I have a beer? Why am I drinking this froufrou grape juice crap?"
"Dean, we're undercover, so we're trying to blend in. It's a Michelin-starred restaurant; d'you see anyone else here slugging Corona out of the bottle?"
"No, an' I don't see anyone enjoying themselves either. Have you read the label on this stuff? 'A cheeky little number, silky on the tongue, full-bodied, fruity?' Sounds like Casa Erotica last night."
"Damnit Dean. There's your glass, just sit still and …"
GLUG-GLUG-GLUG … *BURP*
"… and *sigh* blend in."
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