Jared raised a brow at the other boy, frowning when he began to revert back into himself. Well, this was definitely not the direction things were supposed to go. He hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the alcohol and then back at Evan. He didn't want to peer pressure Evan into doing something that he didn't want to do but he was also fairly postive that Evan did want to, and just didn't want to risk the two of them getting in trouble. Well, if that was the case, easy fix.
He left the cabinet doors open as he closed the space between them. Arwen was still rubbing on Evan and Jared suspected that wasn't helping Evan's mind what with the over stimulation and all.
Damnit, why'd he have to go and think of that word. Ignoring the slight interest that stired in his cock, he placed a gentle hand on Evan's shoulder as he looked into Evan's eyes, holding his gaze.
"Look, Evan," he said, sounding as serious as a guy like Jared ever could. "My parents know I drink. It's probably one of the few things they do know about. I know I rag on and on about being this Casanova of lies but there's actually a lot I tell my parents." The fact that I'm gay. The fact that I like you. Of course, a lot of that was a lot more recent but they had always known that he drank and they much prefered that he did it at home, where it was safer. "So you aren't breaking any rules or anything like that and we definitely aren't going to drink all of that."
He waved frantically at all the alcohol once again.
"That would literally kill us like ten times over, so no. Besides, I have a feeling one drink will completely—" He paused for the briefest of moments. He'd been about to say 'fuck you up' but he didn't need to scare Evan any further or he'd never touch the stuff. "—losen you up." He flashed an encouraging smile.
"But look, if you still don't want to, no sweat. I'm not gonna cry about it, but I am drinking so let me know what you decide."
He moved back to the alcohol, glancing at the different options. He then moved to the refridgerator to check what they had that could be used as mixers. Orange juice, check. Pinapple juice, check. Dr. Pepper and Mt. Dew. Check and Check. He wondered if Evan would like margaritas... he seemed the type, not that Jared was the best judge of another person's palette for liquor. But who didn't like Margaritas, seriously? Probably the same kind of people who didn't like puppies.
He pulled out the orange juice and Mt. Dew. He'd start with these. Placing them on the kitchen table, he went back to the liquor, rising a bit on his toes to help the stretch needed to pull out the large bottle of vodka. It was still three quarters full. Good. Vodka was the best for mixing as it hardly had a taste. Well, Jared found its taste disgusting but it was weal enough that when mixed with a mixer, it was hardly noticable. Turning back to Evan, he tilted his head in question.
"Do you remember Fireballs? Those hot cinnamon tiny jawbreaker things?"