Dean sat down and frowned. He was feeling a little down in the spirits for the most part, and the bar was a bit dingy for his taste. However, the bourbon that was soon placed in front of him made all the cares go away in the world. He lifted it, sipped from it first, and then cocked it back, taking down the whole glass in a deep swallow. He sighed, sitting the glass down, and signaled for another one with a smile.
"Beer? I figured you would be drinking whiskey, tonight…", he said to Kenzi, grinning. It was a fake grin, but he feared that if he showed how torn up he potentially was, she would leave. So, he kept the facade, keeping her around as long as he could. The thought of being alone was sad, and scary.