Oh, this guy was good. Arwood would have to be careful drinking with him. He wasn't sure what the stranger's game was, or if there even was a game at all, but the young adult knew he'd be susceptible to falling victim to it if the lad was capable of staying this smooth while intoxicated. "What can I say, you got me." His grin widened as he plucked the bottle up from the hole.
"I do love a good time, so you better not be one of those sad drunks or you'll really owe me one, got it?" He cracked open the bottle, took a swig, then passed it on over to the stranger. Either they'd drink together or he'd take the fuck off with the brew the second it was in his grasp. Either could be interesting, so Arwood wasn't too worried. "Name's Arwood, by the way."
