"Sounds like he needs to be a stripper," Dean said with a hand over his mouth so that he wouldn't be like disgusting and gross. He had manners, sort of. Alcohol made them a little crappier than usual.

Sitting around talking, drinking, and sharing a meal was a great reminder of how friendly they were. Dean relaxed, like stopped caring about all the weirdness of being around an ex-boyfriend. It always went away eventually because he really just couldn't hold a grudge against people without good reason.

This would be a good evening, whatever happened.