"We gotta get Henry here to crack a smile. Loosen him up a little." Dan, now in possession of the arak bottle, pours some for Dean, Henry and himself. "Christ, Ace, the idea of having your tolerance sounds like a living nightmare. I ain't barely got enough money to fund getting myself drunk as is."

Dan's aware he's an alcoholic. He doesn't care.

"Alright, cowboy, you going to bet or you going to fold?" Dan looks over at Dean, one hand on the zipper of his hoodie so he can throw some clothing into the pile when the bet comes around to him.