( dean ;; )
dean can feel edward lean in a bit, and he takes it as a good omen of what he’s done, so he continues, and lets his arm hook around the other. now he’s starting to lead them down the street, towards the direction of the bar. it’s not a far walk, thankfully.
“awh, c’mon eddie— FUCK your mental state for one night. what’s t’point’a gettin’ drinks if you’re gonna jus’ have one ??? go big or go home.”
at this point he’s grinning, and he wiggles his eyebrows at the scientist, because it’s now become his number one goal to get him absolutely shit-faced drunk.
“jus’ don’ worry, ‘cause i’ll take care of ya– you’ll b’in safe hands.”
he pulls him a little closer, and not long after, they’re already in front of the bar. that’s when dean lets his arm drop.
he knows he should remain adamant about only having a single drink, && yet with the grin on dean's face - he caves; swallowing thickly && wringing his hands together in front of him before fiddling with his tie && tugging the knot slightly to loosen it.
❝ ..i suppose you're right, more than one wouldn't hurt me. and it is my day off tomorrow, so.. ❞
a bite to his bottom lip && he glances to dean, allowing himself to be pulled closer - if his face is red, he's trying not to seem like he's noticed it. && so he blinks once the warm weight of the others arm is no longer around him, a deep breath brought into his lungs through his nose. he may enjoy being close to the other man, but it definitely gets him flustered every time - he almost hates it. ( a l m o s t ) -- but in all honesty. he just REALLY likes dean. that's why he's so apprehensive about drinking too much. god forbid dean find out how much eddie likes him, he's afraid of the reaction to that so he's kept it silent. && hopes that he can keep it silent even when he's drunk off his ass. ❝ alright.. i won’t worry - i trust you. ❞ he’ll let go tonight, unwind -- let dean get him drunk. hopefully the night isn’t a disaster.
