"Oh God, that would be so disastrous," Dean groaned and dropped his head to the table. "The health department would totally take away my alcohol license."

He turned his head and looked over at Merlin, his gaze still a little glassy eyed from alcohol but he could easily focus on him without trouble. He was tipsy, but not totally drunk.

"A little soda would be good," he said with a sigh. "At the very least I can mix everything together. Make a cocktail."

The whole point of another drink would be to help sober him up but he was staying for awhile. He could drink a little bit more before he needed to get sober. That could come later.