"Duude, d'ya like, remember when we were like, on that plane to Europe and we hit on that air hostess and she got sooooooo fuckin' salty with us. Hahahaha" Dean was pretty paralytic right now, legitimately drunk as a skunk but he was having fun at that was what he needed, he was lucky he'd been cleared of any concussion or else he'd of been stuck in his god forsaken hotel room all night with nothing but Netflix and room service. He licked his lower lip as Roman laughed at him, shaking his head. "And wasn't she just the sweetest ass you'd ever seen?" He grinned at the other male, fingers combing through his messy hair.

Roman just shrugged some and looked the other way, he was obviously looking at some hottie at the bar and Dean caught on and nudged him, "Dude, what is up with you tonight? You're so quiet. So...like not here." He stood up and moved towards the bar, ordering another round of beers for them and a couple of shots to boot. Roman's odd behavior wasn't going to bring his stride down any, and the Samoan would soon be too drunk to worry in the corner about whatever was on his mind. Generally Dean would pry it out of him, but Dean didn't feel like talking about feelings or any of that shit tonight.

"Ayyyyye, I gotcha another beer, and for good measure, I got us a shot of fireball each, Woo! We're gonna be burning buddy!" He held it out for the male who swooped it from his fingertips and they clinked the small glasses together, "To Us!" Dean hollered out, before tipping his head back along with the shot glass and liquor that was now streaming down his throat, a burning and heat feeling erupting inside him, he coughed, covering his mouth with a deep belly laugh. "Holy shit! I forgot how fuckin' spicy those shots are!" He took a mouthful of his beer, wiping his mouth again before glancing at Roman who was still eyeing the girl at the bar, "Broooo, just go pick the little lady up! You ain't got nothing to lose, man. She's smokin'."

He got a glance from Roman like he was completely confused and when Dean took a closer look it wasn't a girl he was checking out, oh no. That was very much a guy. Dean swallowed thickly and blushed, he felt the liquor really had hit him harder than he'd imagine it to and his beer goggles were definitely on par tonight, just like his word vomit that was going to sprout it's face any minu- "You like dudes?!" Dean spat out, oh, that was earlier than he'd thought it would be and probably more harsh sounding than he'd wanted it to sound.

"Something wrong with that?" Roman said softly, brows cocked and eyes looking into Dean's like...moonlight into the dark, he shook his head, chewing at the inside of his lip before he took another swig of his beer. He placed it down, rolling it between his hands before looking back up at Roman, "I just didn't know man..." he said with just as much softness as Roman had used. Roman shrugged, pushing himself up off of the chair, "I'm gonna take that advice of yours though," he licked his lower lip and winked at Dean before moving towards the bar.

Roman...was going over to the bar to hit on a guy, was that seriously happening or was Dean losing his god dammed mind. He watched as the male interacted with him, head tilting as Roman seemed to ooze confidence that Dean just didn't have in himself if he wasn't in the Ring. He chewed his lip, tongue flicking out and slipping over dry skin on his lips. He continued to drink his beer, looking around but always looking back to Roman who seemed...like he'd forgotten Dean was even there. He sighed to himself, starting to feel his alcoholic high coming down and pushed his beer away. Looking back up he now noticed a second man next to Roman, but he didn't seem all that happy, in fact he seemed pretty fucking mad.

Roman's hands were held up, and he was shaking his head like he wasn't doing anything, the guy he had previously been talking to was trying to stand between the two of them and push the other man off from getting into Roman's face, Dean blinked before his feet began to stride forward and he cocked his brows, stepping in front of Roman, "You got a problem?" He asked the darker, yet shorter male who was attempting to get into Roman's face, He smirked, knowing he could very easily take him on, just like Roman could which confused him as to why Ro didn't just tell him to back the fuck off.

"Don't you think you should go pick on someone your own size instead of someone who can fucking break your legs in thirty seconds flat? And plus, he ain't interested in your little toy boy, he's with me. We just had a bet going and well, He lost." He grinned, crossing his arms over his chest, oh man, the alcohol wasn't as far out of his system as he'd originally thought. "So you best be backing up, and not touching him again, because buddy, I can get pretty crazy, and you don't want to see crazy. So step back, turn to your man, I'll turn to mine, and that'll be it, right?" He tapped the males chest who gritted his teeth and stepped back, Dean smirking as he turned and took Roman's arm in his, "We are going, now."