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SPN100 Challenge: drink. Not all supernatural encounters have to be unpleasant, especially when you share common interests. 200 words.
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Drink Offerings
"They say there came a stranger hither, a trickster and a sorcerer, from Lydia's land, with golden hair and perfumed locks, the flush of wine upon his face" – 'The Bacchae', Euripides
Dean blearily eyed the young man who slid onto the barstool beside him, the previous occupant having made a rapid departure at the onslaught of Dean's drunken rambling.
"Hey, buddy," Dean slurred, raising his glass in salute to the new-comer. "Denis?" he repeated, not quite catching the stranger's introduction.
"Near enough," the man smirked. "Y'know, I think she might've got whiplash from how quickly you changed her first impression."
He laughed at Dean's scowl.
"You ain't my type," growled Dean.
"I'm here to drink; so I'm exactly your type," added Denis, knowingly, while motioning to a suddenly attentive bartender.
Dean perked up as a glass was placed before him. "In that case, bring it on you charming, handsome devil." Snorting as Denis preened at the sarcasm, he inspected the contents. "Wine?"
"It's a classic. You don't mind?"
"It gets the job done," Dean shrugged.
"Good," said Denis. "Now drink up; I'm in the mood for celebrating."
Dean drank, smacking his lips. "Not bad." He eyed Denis warily. "Y'know, you're a good looking guy, but I meant what I said."
"As are you," winked Denis, refilling their glasses. "So, worshipping the vine's okay, but I'm guessing dancing's out of the question?"
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