"Bourbon," he supplied, offering his glass to her for a taste or to take if she wanted it. He could flag down a server easily enough. There was a handsome blonde waiter around somewhere he could easily weasel another double out of without much more than a flirtatious quip in French. Dean was careful with that one though; quite a few people, especially those of the upper class, were also pretty well-versed in the language. It was easier to get away with the flippant comments in the several other, less popular, languages he spoke.

"How are you, the children?" Dean had always been a quiet fan of Eva's rebellious streak back in school, had been rooting for her to get her happy ending back in the day, but despite all of the shit she'd gone through, she seemed to have bounced back.