B is for Beer
"Jensen," Cougar muttered, sitting next to his friend at a bar in whatever backwater town had been closest to their last op.
"What, Cougs?"
"If I ever bite it out here," he said, gesturing around, "you gotta promise me something."
"What." Jensen asked, eyebrow quirking.
"If I ever die out here, you gotta drink this in my memory." he gestured to the crappy beer in front of him. There were better brews that came from the wrong end of a dog, but for some reason this was his favourite.
"Gimme that," Jensen muttered, taking it and drinking a mouthful of it. He spat it out immediately. "Jesus! That's piss! You want me to remember you by drinking piss? If you want me to drink in your memory you could at least pick something that tastes decent!"
Cougar just laughed, maybe because he knew Jensen would do it anyways.