"Oh, oh no." Aaron clutched his jacket over his heart, "You're breaking my heart now. You know I--of all people--appreciate your perfect hair." He reached out and tousled it a little just to make his point, "How can we fix this? What can I get you?"
"I dunno. Being the life of the party somewhere or something." Not that Aaron was above drunken debauchery, but he'd just gotten done working. He needed a break. And another drink. He stared at the red plastic cup of tap water in his hand. Maybe it was time for another beer. Not that shit everyone else was forced to drink though. Coors Light or some shit. Bleh. He took a drink of what was now beer. "Hey, you know. I don't think I've ever seen you drink."