"-and he's been hovering around an answer for weeks, but I need a date now!"

Your best friend Dean bit his lip, thinking for a minute about your current predicament, then replied smoothly, gesturing with the firewhiskey bottle in his hand;

"I'll go with you."

You gave a small, confused laugh.

"No, really, I'll be your date."

"But, Dean, everyone already thinks we're dating-"

"So why don't we prove them right?"