single_man_tear: (Whiskey - Thinking)
Dean Winchester ([personal profile] single_man_tear) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2024-05-23 07:17 am
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Booze Tasting & Drinking Games - Thursday, Period 1

Dean was blissfully back to normal today. No animal or female forms. Just good old Dean and he seemed to be quite happy with it.

When people entered Caritas they would notice three things on the specials board. One was the word "bourbon" written in large letters at the top followed by "Truth or Dare".

Following that was everybody's name and their grade for the class so far. Everyone had an "A+" except for Liliana Vess who had an "F-".

Had Lils signed up for the class? Absolutely not. Was she still getting a failing grade? Hell, yeah she was.

Teacher's perogative.

"Today's booze of choice is bourbon. You might ask: What's the difference between whiskey and bourbon? Well turns out that bourbon has to be made in America and has to be brewed in a freshly charred oak barrel. And it mostly comes from Kentucky."

Was Dean proud of himself for prepping for today's class? Yes. Of course his preparation had only taken five minutes of looking things up on the internet from his phone.

"Today's drinking game is Truth or Dare. A favorite of slumber parties everywhere. Everyone get a drink or two before we kick off the game."

[OCD is up!]
talentforlying: (grin)

Re: Truth or Dare!

[personal profile] talentforlying 2024-05-23 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"A fucking pint of that trash?" Constantine was offended. "Fuck you, bring it on, but I'm going to need a few pints of real beer to chase it down if you want me drunk for the dial."

He was already fishing in his pocket for his phone. "Who wants to pick the name in my contacts, to make sure I'm not a cheat?"

He was a cheat. Just not for this particular game.
talentforlying: (drink)

Re: Truth or Dare!

[personal profile] talentforlying 2024-05-24 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine fine," he said, reaching for the pint. "Let's get this done."

It took three more beers after that repulsive pint to get him to a proper level of tipsy for a prank, and John grabbed his phone back to make a call.

"To your satisfaction?" he asked the crowd at-large after he hung-up. "--Though I don't particularly care if it is or not."