I feel I owe you guys a little more than that little chapter I gave you. So here's a chapter using an old word. Yay! Word is flat.
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"Okay Dean, hands flat. I said flat, not curled!"
"What the hell is this for anyway Sam, how is this going to get that girl's attention?"
"It will, I promise."
Sam carefully placed a filled-to-the-brim beer on the back of Dean's palm-down hands, and they balanced precariously.
"Okay, now what?"
"And now…" Sam took his hands away from the beers perched on the backs of Dean's hands. "I leave."
He left the bar, laughing.
"Wait, Sam wh-" Dean halted as he began to stand up, the beers wobbling dangerously, splashing amber liquid.
He glanced at his trapped hands.
"You ass!"