With nothing said, the two shots disappeared and then Aaron called out to Dave. "Oi. Who said stop! Tequila all the way around. Bring me topshelf whiskey too!" Then he turned his attention to his compatriots. Then he heard his Fae friend want suggestions. Aaron turned back. "Make that two whiskeys!" Holding up two fingers.
"So. Janet, I hope you're ready to keep up." There was a pandora's box that was just opened with Aaron. Before the outbreak, he was a social keeper of clients. That meant bars, nice dinners, strip clubs, and escorts. He had to entertain many people. That mean, he built up a tolerance of a champ. He was going to put the woman before him, under the table. Glancing over to Oberon, he inquired. "Oberon isn't your real name?" He perked a brow.
"I'll trade you. Mine for yours." Aaron, ever the cheat.