"What?..." You asked Dean, more than tipsy after your fourth beer.
"Stick out your tongue for a second, sweetheart."
"Mmm... awhh..." you giggled. "What is it, dork?"
"Your tongue's all green." He laughed and you took another sip of your dyed beer.
"So? Yours is too."
"Oh yeah?" He stuck out his tongue, crossing his eyes trying to look at it.
"Mhm, your lips too." You leaned into him so your face nearly brushed against his. "Looks funny."
"You're drunk."
"Only a wittle." You leaned back, tumbling off your stool. "Ow..."
"You okay, Y/N? That's it, I'm cutting you off."