Dean was so glad she had said that. As she was opening the bottle, he had been staring at it like it was about to grow limbs and attack them. Champagne was in the list of girly drinks that he didn't like. But she had put in effort to do this, so he picked up his glass, inspecting it like as if he was looking for a bug or something in the liquid, and then shot half of it back. He wrinkled his own nose at the taste. "I definitely prefer whiskey or beer."