Continued from here
It's not a date, Sam. Really.
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[Fast forward to the bar, where Dean perches himself in a stool and signals the bartender with two fingers, then glances over at Carmen]
What's your pleasure?
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[Fast forward to the bar, where Dean perches himself in a stool and signals the bartender with two fingers, then glances over at Carmen]
What's your pleasure?