Connor sat down next to you wrapping his arm around your shoulders as the waiter took their orders.

Finally, twenty one. He thought, relieved.

After chatting with Travis and their friends, their orders came and everyone had ordered Connor a glass of vodka, as a joke.

Completely forgetting that he was supposed to be hesitant, Connor picked up the glass and drank it in one go. Only then did he notice the stares he was getting. Oh right.

"Oh no, its burns!" He said, clearly acting.