“you can’t charge me double, I had a single glass!” Crowley protested. “you’ll be hearing from my lawyer.” he sniffed, which was hilarious because Crowley’s lawyer was currently beating Dean Winchester upside the head. “hurts?” Crowley asked, amused by the tattoo. “well, good point. I’ll let them know. Of course we’re only opening tabs for regulars that we know are good for it, right?” Crowley asked, lifting an eyebrow at Cas. “i’d avoid that if I where you. Half drunk, fighting winchesters is never a good thing to get involved in.” he would know.<br/><br/>“Don’t you ‘listen Sam’ me! This is serious Dean! You could get into real trouble! Big trouble! Prison for life kind of trouble!” he hissed, looking equally parts worried and equal parts pissed off. “don’t you understand!? If someone does something and they get caught and they tell on you, you’ll end up getting tossed behind bars just because they can! I’ve seen it happen Dean and I won’t be allowed to defend you!” he didn’t even react to the exersize goading, which was a sign that Sam really was upset about this.<br/><br/>“at the courthouse?! So Risque.” Lisa teased, giggling as she wobbled her way over to the bar to order more drinks. She too was regretting heals. Hers where a bit more modest than meg’s where but they where still going to be ending up coming off before too long. “he absolutely probably knows the best stuff.” she shook her head. “shhh. It’s okay.” she promised. “most porn is just like… porn! It’s all staged anyway, doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it.” she assured with more giggles.