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Aodh was pressing his face to the window, hoping it would cool his face down some. The blush was bad enough his ears were also turning pink.

"... you never actually tried to get to wingman for me before," his voice was half-muffled but still hearable. "I just- I mean what does it matter? Nothing wrong with appreciating beauty or whatever. Girls just don't, ah ..."

He turned pinker.

This conversation; help him.

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Aodh was going to spend this entire ride pink. Damnit.

"No, no boyfriend ..." Slowly said. "No point if I'm not going to pay attention to them." As he was, at this point, more interested in school and working at the yard. Perhaps if someone had actually caught his attention and distracted him from those things it would be different but ...

No one did that.

His idea of relationships and people were probably a little too romantic. He always imagined that if there was someone he was interested in that they'd be in his every thought. Like Jaro wa-

No no no no no.

Now was not the time for that kind of realization.

one for the road

Aodh was not going to question how Jaro had pulled it off but he did it. There were going to be drinks. The young teen had graduated and was going to be leaving for college soon. It was a little disheartening, in some ways, but not because he had managed to get himself a full scholarship.

Still ... He knew he would miss working at the scrapyard. Miss just hanging around with Jaro. They had worked together long enough that while he did not necessarily know what he wanted to do with his life besides boxing, working at the scrapyard made him some level of happy.

"Can't believe you're contributing to juvenile delinquency." Aodh paused. "... forget I said that. I can believe it."

one for the road

"I said forget I said it. I know you. Well." Not as well as people thought because people thought the worst things but Jaro had never been like that with Aodh. No, he just enjoyed making him bluster and blush and generally be terrible.

Which blushing promptly happened at the don't pretend bit. It was not pretending. "Just pick something out for me to try," he grumbled.

one for the road

Aodh never felt or looked flashy but that was probably part of being a just starting to come into his height teenager.

"Does it really matter what I drink? If it's good, what does it matter if it's frou frou?" He blinked and then turned scarlet at the mention of the drink.

"You're the worst," he hissed out, before just sighing. "I'll try it. It's a mixed drink, right?"

one for the road

Aodh was definitely feeling out of his depth at the moment but he was with Jaro and that meant it was alright. He claimed the corner table, taking a seat on one of the chairs, and leaning to rest his chin on an upturned palm.

People watch until he could Jaro watch. It did not take long and the man was back with the drinks. He was still a little red and huffed when the drink was handed to him.

"Pretty sure whoever named these was someone as terrible as you," he muttered, eyeing Jaro's drink, before he took a sip of his own. Yes, Jaro, the wink made him pinker. His eyes widened a little bit at the taste, somehow expecting that it would be bad tasting.

It wasn't.

It went down easy.

At least he paced himself and didn't drink it all at once.

one for the road

Aodh just barely resisted sputtering or snorting his drink as Jaro spoke. His entire face was red, showing down to his neck and ears, and he shook his head. "I'm not looking to get laid," he whispered. "I'm not- why would I-"

His focus went to his drink and that's where it stayed. Until the glass was empty and his cheeks were flushed because of the alcohol.

He wasn't even interested in anyone in the bar besides-