Aaron really appreciated a person who could handle their alcohol. It might have had something to do with the fact that Wes really couldn't. No really. He expected he'd have to put him in a cab and then probably ride all the way home with him so he could tuck him into bed. Unless he was just going to crash here or something.
That said, he happily accepted a second shot, and watered down his straight tequila to a tequila sunrise. It would be easier to follow a shot with that. Tequila didn't really lend itself well to sipping anyway, but he'd been looking for something to get drunk on. Now that he was sufficiently distracted, it mattered less.
He raised his shot glass for a second time and grinned, "Should I expect a third round after this?"