Don Juan suddenly felt explosive.

"We're not nannies trading shifts," he snapped, then abruptly changed direction and surged forward, hoping Dean would take the hint and stop following him. He wished he'd had less to drink, so that Hudson wouldn't feel obliged to look after him — or that he'd had significantly more, so that Hudson would be too embarrassed to look after him. It would have been difficult to sober up at this point, and as he'd just indicated he didn't have any other intoxicants squirreled away (tonight was supposed to have been better; he wasn't supposed to have needed it). So another drink would have to do — if he could find one.

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