"Yeah, you know. It's all in the hips, riding, gotta work with the motion of the- oh, what the fuck, this tastes like a tire fire?" Alec grimaces at his first sip of the spicy whiskey cocktail, all but dropping it back on the bartop as he sticks out his tongue with an exaggerated blech noise. "Hey, barkeep! Your house special sucks."
"Don't make trouble and I won't be trouble."
"Fuck you too, grandma," Alec says, without ire, before returning his attention to Flynn, "Can you believe the service around here? They don't make minions like they used to."
cw: underage drinking, averted
"Yeah, you know. It's all in the hips, riding, gotta work with the motion of the- oh, what the fuck, this tastes like a tire fire?" Alec grimaces at his first sip of the spicy whiskey cocktail, all but dropping it back on the bartop as he sticks out his tongue with an exaggerated blech noise. "Hey, barkeep! Your house special sucks."
"Don't make trouble and I won't be trouble."
"Fuck you too, grandma," Alec says, without ire, before returning his attention to Flynn, "Can you believe the service around here? They don't make minions like they used to."