"It seems he may not be the only one who acts without thinking." Albus said, pouring another glass of whiskey. "I mean if it wasn't a passing trait then clearly, you wouldn't be concerned. The only thing you can do is let him act out and not be pissed when he realizes he's in the wrong and comes back around, you know?"
Albus sucked in a deep breath and rested back against the bar stool he was sitting in, the effects of the alcohol doing more than their job to take over his mind and body. Albus was a beer drinker, he was a vodka and sometimes tequila drinker. He had just gotten started on whiskey and as it turned out, he liked it. He liked it a lot. So it took a bit less than usual to get him floored as it normally did.
A smirk touched his face. "Any time," He answered Aidan. "Any time, you know, we can even do something tonight. Or tomorrow. Or..." He stopped at the sound of a high pitch squeak striking through the air like a verbal and invisible strike of lightning.
His half blurred vision seen a microphone and one of the workers talking about how karaoke night began.
"You know the brilliant thing about rock stars?" Albus asked. "They get laid, a lot." Albus grabbed his bottle of whiskey, ignoring the glass. His hand grabbed Aidan to tug him along, tugging him to the makeshift stage where it took Albus quite a few attempts to hop up on it because you know, the steps made way too much sense to take to get on top safely.
But finally he stood in victory... kind of... He WAS standing, just wobbling a bit.
"What do we got here?" He moved over to give a quick glance before looking back at Aidan. "They have our jam!" He exclaimed. "We're too sexy for our shirts...for the ladies of course!"