Well hell. They were evenly matched, except Dean wasn't getting a buzz. There were too many years of alcohol under his belt to let this many beers have an effect on him.

"Right of center." He said before he guzzled his penance beer down. Dean flicked the ball with what he thought had enough momentum but the damn thing hit the rim of the right cup only to land in the one behind it.

"Son of a bitch." He just lost if she made her last call.