Aaron hadn't even noticed Jake until there was suddenly a vodka bottle on the table. Only then did the man look up, halfway through a scotch bottle and not even tipsy yet. His fucking metabolism was damn near supernova so it took more than a few glasses to affect him. He hated his body. And himself. And everyone and everything.
"No." Aaron said, downing the last of the scotch in his glass before filling it up again, "But those fucking wine glasses are looking tempting."