Fred swat at Alicia's hands, "Don't treat me like a child. Or at the very least treat me like a big child where you'll hold my hand," he smirked, "You couldn't pretend not knowing me. I'll embarrass you far too much in public should you even start to pretend to ignore me."
"Ah, fabulous McAlister's with their fabulous Firewhiskeys," he added, popping himself behind the counter and locking the register in, "I like your style, Spinnet. Let's go where the night leads us!"