WOW: eighteen
Word count: 100 on the dot!
Summary: Dean's looking for a good time.
"This round's on me!"
That gets Dean's attention but he doesn't look up until he sinks the last ball. "Who's buying?" he asks, grinning when his mark nods to a hot brunette.
She's staring as he walks to the bar, orders a shot and settles on the stool next to hers. "What's the occasion?"
"I'm eighteen today," she answers, raising a glass of something pink with an umbrella in it and eyeing him up and down. "Want to help me celebrate?"
Sam's been gone two weeks; Dad's out of town. He downs his shot and grins. "Your place or mine?"