Faith closed the door to the motel room behind her, holding a flier in one hand as she walked over to where Dean was sitting.
"Dean, five words that will make your day," she said, grinning.
She held up her hand to count the words off.
"All. You. Can. Eat. Mexican."
Dean
"No way!" Dean exclaimed, jumping up to snatch the flier from her.
"Yes way! We're eating like kings tonight! Woohoo!"
He pumped his fist in the air.
Faith
Faith grinned.
"More good news. It's walking distance. Which is good because... cheap pitchers of alcohol."
Dean & Sam
Dean checked his watch.
"They start dinner in a half hour. Sammy, you coming?!"
"I dunno," Sam pulled a face from where he sat on the laptop, not really seeing it as a fun night out, "maybe you should just bring some back for me."
Faith
Faith went over to Sam and slid her arms around his neck. She kissed his neck softly.
"Alright, we'll bring you something back."
She glanced at Dean.
"There's a strip club around here too, right?"
Sam & Dean
"Thanks," Sam patted her arm.
"There is?" Dean perked up yet further.
Faith
"Buy my dinner and I'll buy you a lapdance."
Faith grinned at him, before leaning down to Sam again.
"Thus ensuring we have the room to ourselves," she murmured in his ear.
Dean & Sam
"Done!" Dean announced, packing his stuff up.
Sam grinned and kissed her.
"Guess I'll see you later," he bit his lip.
Faith
Faith nodded and leaned in for another kiss. She bit lightly at Sam's lip, pulling it out a little, before letting it go.
"I'll bring you back dinner too."
She straightened up and looked at Dean.
"Come on, handsome, let's leave Sam to spank it."
Dean & Sam
Dean held the door for her, his brown leather jacket over one arm, waited until she was through, then winked at Sam and left.
Sam just smirked and went back to his research.
"Know exactly where it is?" Dean asked as he shrugged the jacket on.
Faith
"Of course," Faith winked. "I have an inbuilt radar for Mexican food and for strip clubs."
She started to lead the way, thinking about that statement.
"They should join the two together. Eating tacos while watching girls strip."
Dean
"Would be heaven," Dean finished for her.
"However awkward. But they could just have a buffet off to one side, no one would notice."
Faith
"We survive the apocalypse? We open that kind of strip club," Faith joked.
She turned the corner, heading for the all you can eat buffet.
Dean
"Or we just sneak a buffet into a club one night," Dean grinned, following her.
His eyes lit up when he saw the restaurant.
Faith
Faith grinned and nodded.
"I'm so glad you enjoy innappropriate amounts of food. Sam's not as fun when it comes to eating way too much."
Dean
"He just doesn't eat," Dean shrugged, stopping to open the door for her.
"Ladies first," he grinned charmingly.
Faith
"Thanks baby," Faith drawled, goosing him as she went past and through the door.
"Mmm. Mexican."
Dean
"If we don't leave wearing sombreros, I'm going to be very disappointed," Dean insisted, following her up to the desk.
"Two please!" he announced, slapping some money on the counter.
He was given a receipt, grinned at Faith, then headed in the direction of the food.
Faith
Faith grinned back at him and shortcut across to the bar.
"I'll get us margaritas!" she called out to him.
Dean
"Ok!" Dean saluted, before grabbing a couple of tacos and heaping food into them.
Faith
Faith leaned on the bar and smiled charmingly at the bartender.
"Just a pitcher of margaritas, thanks," she said.
"I'll bring it over," he replied. "Won't be a sec."
"Thanks."
She turned and went to get her own plate of tacos.
Dean
Dean struggled to get the food to a table still intact, but barely made it while only spilling sauce on the floor.
Before his ass hit the chair, he was biting into one of them.
Faith
Faith slid into the seat across from Dean's, then looked up as their alcohol arrived.
"Thanks," she said, before pouring both herself and Dean tall glasses of margaritas.
She took a sip, before starting on her tacos.
Dean
Dean chewed a little before speaking with his mouth full.
"Best idea. Ever," he spat as he talked.
Faith
"Yeah," Faith agreed, finishig her first taco.
"I am pretty much the perfect package."
Dean
"Amen sister," Dean nodded, before swallowing.
He was about to take another bite when someone walked past and slipped on his spilt sauce, grabbing a nearby table cloth as they went down causing a loud clutter and crash.
Dean watched with raised eyebrows, before shaking his head sadly.
"Can't say much for the cleaner in this place, I mean come on."
Faith
Faith snickered, before returning her attention to her food. She chewed, swallowed, and then sat back for a second to drink some of her margarita.
"Ok, so, after this, strip club."
Dean
"You playin'?" Dean asked her, more serious than hopeful.
Faith
"Nah," Faith replied, shaking her head. "I'll buy you a lapdance though. Promised Sam some quality time."
She took anotehr sip of her drink.
"We running out of cash?"
Dean
"Nah, I did some work last night down at the pool hall," Dean shrugged, "just wondering."
He took a small sip of his margerita before delving into the next taco.
Faith
Faith nodded.
"Alright. Well, let me know when you need me to work."
She started on her food again.
Dean
"Of course it wouldn't hurt to get ahead for once," Dean shrugged.
Faith
"Good point," Faith replied.
"Though, will probably have to make sure Sam is alright with it."
Dean
"Why?" Dean shrugged.
"It's not like he doesn't know you do it already."
Faith
"Yeah, I guess," Faith hedged.
She returned her attention back to her food.
"So, scale of one to ten, how would you rate the food?"
Dean
Dean chewed with a thoughtful look for a moment, before swallowing and looking up at her.
"Six," he decided.
Faith
"Mmm," Faith agreed.
"Though, I'm going to give it a seven, only because it's all you can eat."
Dean
"One point off for the taco shell being too hard," Dean held a finger up.
"Two for the oily meat. Three because they've already run out of hot sauce, and four..."
He sat back.
"For the lack of cleaning staff. I mean that guy could have broken his neck."
"Right on bro," some random said as they walked past, and Dean nodded in recognition of his brilliance.
Faith
Faith grinned faintly, finishing her drink off.
"I should get Sam something."
Dean
"Yeah, I guess we promised. Just grab a take home bag and stock it," Dean suggested, before finishing off his last taco.
Faith
"Alright, I'll be back in a second."
Faith got up from her seat to go do as he suggested.
Dean
Dean leant back in his seat, letting out a loud belch and rubbing his swollen stomach.
He looked up to see two young women giggling at him, and winked at them.
Faith
Faith filled a bag with food for Sam, then came back over to collect Dean.
"Alright, stud. I'll take you to the strip club and buy you a lapdance?"
Dean
"I'm not sure I could even walk right now," Dean looked forlorn.
Faith
"Want me to carry you?" Faith grinned.
Dean
"I'd rather you just be my lapdance," Dean grinned up at her.
Faith
Faith laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Tell you what, next time I have to work a club, I'll give you a lapdance, so I don't have to give one to some random."
Dean
"Sounds good to me. Are you sure you don't wanna work tonight?" Dean looked whiney.
Faith
"Well, I will be working. But for your brother. So come on, I'll carry you."
Faith nodded.
Dean
"Naw I'm good," Dean pulled himself to his feet.
"But I'm grabbing myself one of those bags before we leave.
Faith
"Awesome. Meet you out the front."
Faith headed for the door, pulling out her phone on the way to text Sam.
"Apparently Dean over ate, so I can't dump him at a strip club. Raincheck on the sex?"
Sam
Sam picked up his phone, groaning when he read the message.
"Ok, but know I'm not happy about it. We should make up for it later."
Faith
"I promise I will make it VERY worth your while. See you soon, loserface."