Prompt: Keg
The other guys thought it was hysterical was the tiny little Lane got up on the keg and downed beer like any of the guys there would.
Dean, however, kept a close eye on her consumption and pulled her off before she got too crazy.
"Come on, Lane, your mother will kill me if I let you get alcohol poisoning."
Lane leaned close and kissed his chest, anything higher up would require more engery than she had at that moment, "My mother would kill you for a lot of the things you do to me."
Dean smirked and nodded, "That's true, but I think you're a little too drunk for any of those things tonight."'
Lane shook her head as Dean tried to set her down on the bed in one of the houses' many room, "Uh huh, I'm so good, besides you can do all of the work."
"Lane," he said, trying to get away from her questing fingers, "Lane, come on, don't unbuckle that." He sighed, "You're adorable when you're drunk," he told as he gave in and kissed her.