Delightfully surprised when Miss Applegate upended her drink in one sip, Dean chuckled under his breath. She seemed quite eager to go and he was still trying to gauge why that might be and where this was going to go, but he was open to the adventure of it. "I'll be out in five. I'll meet you down by the water." He raised his glass to her and let her set off before hid finished his own and found a table to set them down on. That red wine was going to have to go to someone else and it was fine. Dean did not mind in the slightest.

He meandered around the room, checking his jacket pocket for his flask, pleased to find it in his pocket and full, slipped through the crowd easily enough toward a different exit. Five minutes was plenty of time to make this look incidental and not intentional and so he meandered through the hallway on easy steps before taking the nearest outside door. Hopefully they would be able to find a spot without any supervision and away from the prying eyes of the party. Or at least far enough away from anyone looking for plausible deniability. At a distance, he could be quite generic (even if he thought nothing of the sort about himself) and so it should be fine.

Should.

Following a head of dark hair, Dean came up behind her slowly. "There, much better." He intoned with an air of teasing.