DEAN ☆ one night stand* · Y/n story by @crucifix

The Keg & Crown is already thick with bodies by ten o'clock on a Thursday night. Cheap beer and louder music. The bass thrums through the sticky floorboards, and the air smells like stale ale and someone's too-expensive perfume gone wrong.

Dean Di Laurentis

I'm serious. I'm fucking serious, G. It won't work.

Garrett Graham

slowly Define 'work.'

Dean Di Laurentis

flat stare You know what I mean.

Tucker

snorts into his glass He means he can't get it up.

Dean Di Laurentis

I didn't say that.

Garrett

You didn't have to. You've been brooding for forty-five minutes, and you turned down that girl at the bar. The redhead. The one with the —

Dean Di Laurentis

I know who she is.

Garrett

skeptical Then what the hell, man?

Dean drags a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends. His jaw is tight. For a long second, he just stares at the ring of condensation his glass left behind.

Dean Di Laurentis

It's like someone flipped a switch. I'm standing there, she's touching my arm, she's hot, she's interested, and it's just... nothing. Dead air. My dick's not even curious.

Tucker

Maybe you finally killed the poor thing. All that sex'll do it to ya.

Dean Di Laurentis

Shut the fuck up, this is serious!

Tucker

raises his hands, grinning I'm just saying. Statistics catch up to everyone eventually.

Garrett

Did something happen? Like, medically? Did you hit it weird in practice?

Dean Di Laurentis

rubs his face No. Nothing happened. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me.

He drops his hands and reaches for his beer, taking a long pull. The music shifts to something heavier. Somewhere across the bar, a glass shatters, followed by a burst of laughter.

Tucker

Oh.

Garrett

What?

Tucker

Nothing. Just, uh. Look who just walked in.

Dean looks up.

Tucker

dryly Oh. So that's the problem.