[ somehow, he thinks this is a bad idea. a very bad idea that he takes part in, lifting his glass in response but saying nothing before slamming it back. his previous drinks have helped to dull his senses a little, grabbing onto the bar to keep himself seated. his mouth feels like he could light it on fire if he just breathed, and he coughs a little, laughing almost too hard. ]
Dude, that was so – [ bad? good? he can't actually think of the word to describe it. ] You wanna do another?
[ a huge mistake because he's going to get drunk very, very fast, but he's already waving for another round, cheeks flushed and eyes wide as he smiles at his new friend. ]
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Dude, that was so – [ bad? good? he can't actually think of the word to describe it. ] You wanna do another?
[ a huge mistake because he's going to get drunk very, very fast, but he's already waving for another round, cheeks flushed and eyes wide as he smiles at his new friend. ]