Well, at least Dean wasn't arguing the fact that he was drunk! He lets himself be led over to the table, an arm coming around Dean just to make sure they make it. He is not picking Dean up off the ground.

"I guess they love me too." He shrugs. Blacks, blues, whites... he's collected quite a few colors by now. Once they're at the table, takes a seat, dragging Dean down with him.

"So... what do you think?"