Faith managed to open the door to the motel while carrying several heavy bags of food and alcohol.
She tossed a bag of food at Dean, the other at Sam, then went to the kitchenette to unpack the alcohol. She bent to pull the knife from her boot, then cleaned it with detergent and water, before slicing up the lemons she had bought for the occasion.
Once the lemons were done, she ripped open the bag of salt and poured some onto a plate. Then, she juggled the plate of salt, the one of lemons, two bottles of tequila and a few shotglasses, expertly, and went over to the table to set everything down.
"Join me or don't, but my ex husband is getting remarried and people keep telling me like I care, my daughter is stressing about her own wedding, my last slam piece won't stop calling, and I'm going to give birth to a hellspawn. Oh, and possibly might die during that." Faith shrugged. "So I'm drinking. Drinking a lot."
Dean & Sam
"Say no more - I'm in," Dean stood and made his way to the table, "got a drinking game in mind?"
Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother's fast response.
"I'll be in in a moment, just let me finish this," he turned back to his laptop.
Faith
"My usual ones involve nudity, and that might get awkward with you two, so no. Any ideas?"
Faith opened the first bottle of tequila.
Dean
"We could always turn on CNN and drink every time the news readers stutter," Dean suggested, lining up the glasses for her.
Faith
"Or recount sexual stories and drink everytime Sam blushes," Faith teased, looking across at him.
She grinned faintly.
Sam & Dean
Sam rolled his eyes.
"Nah," Dean shook his head, "it'd take too long between drinks, and we'd have to wait for him to finish blushing each time. Besides, explaining sexual acts gets harder the drunker you get."
Faith
Faith smirked, then poured herself a shot.
"You think of games if you must, but this Slayer is going to start drinking."
She licked across her hand, her eyes a lightened shade of hazel. She sprinkled salt on the wet patch and picked up a shot glass.
Dean
"Drinking can be a drinking game!" Dean tipped his bottle toward her.
"Every time you drink, I drink. How's that?"
Faith
"Sounds like a plan, handsome."
Faith twisted the bottle around her hands expertly, before taking a swig.
Dean & Sam
"Nice," Dean grinned with a nod, tipping his glass toward her.
Faith
Faith leaned back against the pillows, hands still twisting the bottle around her hands. She glanced at Sam and grinned wickedly.
"Sam, can I lick the salt off your neck before I drink?"
She reached for the salt shaker.
Sam & Dean
"Nice try," Sam smirked, typing away at the translation he'd been working on for months already.
"Come on dude, close the laptop already. That thing ain't going anywhere," Dean assured.
"Just a minute," Sam insisted.
Faith
"Well then can I lick salt off Dean?" Faith teased.
She tilted the shaker slightly.
Dean & Sam
"Oh yes please," Dean insisted.
"Don't even," Sam shook his head without even looking up.
"But only if I get to lick it off you in return," Dean continued as if Sam hadn't spoken.
Faith
"Wasn't that always part of the deal?" Faith grinned.
She leant back against the pillows, running the shaker through her hands idly.