Likewise, Nathaniel didn't do stuff like that with strange half-naked guys at clubs either. Fuck, he needed a smoke and a drink. Too bad it was a little early for the latter.

He could at least reach his cigarettes. He reached over and grabbed one, lighting it up as he looked back over to Dean. "Uh, yeah." He looked around, nodding towards a chair.

Thank God they remembered their clothes. "Over there, I think."