Grinning like the Cheshire cat, Dean followed Eva toward the side of the room. He was looking for his waiter friend to see just how big the bribe (or later reward) would need to be in order to pull this off, but to no avail; they were going to have to sneak something from the bar.

"Do you want to do the distracting or the stealing?" He whispered conspiratorially as he motioned toward where there was a small, separate bar for the adults this evening. It wasn't very well-stocked, but anything he could get his hands on could go in the punch. Dean downed the rest of the drink in his hand, the pleasant buzz humming in his veins, a willing accomplice in their plans.