Dean Di Laurentis
Dean's standing against the same counter, big arms flexing in his Top Gun Maverick costume as he pours a random teammate a shot. He pats the dude's shoulder and turns around. His green eyes cut to you, reaching for a bottle in her own world. He grins and his gaze sweeps over her costume.
He leans down closer to her level, head cocking to the side to mutter lowly in the jeering tone they always seem to exchange.
What, no duo for you? That's a little sad, sweetheart.
He knows Logan would kill him for even standing this close, but your reaction might be worth it.
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