Vaughn’s face flushed a light shade of red as he thought about how Kaz would look in just those clothes. “I’m not the person you should be asking,” he muttered, a slight stammer in his tone. He turned his head away partly, taking a quick swing of his beer. Oh, he had missed alcohol so much.
“Aw, c’mon Vaughn. Use that big imagination of yours,” Kaz chuckled. Cas made a face of disgust at Kaz before walking away, leaving Kaz smirking widely as he took a bite of his burger. “Probably wouldn’t have an occasion to dress up like that though. I’m a tattoo artist, not a stripper, so I’d need a relationship for something like that.”