“I never should have mentioned having stories should I?”  Aaron leant forward a little bit, brushing his arm against hers when he put his drink down.  “What to tell you?”<br/><br/>“My eighteenth was the first time I actually drank.  My parents let me rent a holiday house so long as I paid for it myself.  I worked my butt off to pay for it, mowing neighbours lawns.”  He said, glancing back to Evanee again, “I’m one of the youngest of my friends, so they had all been drinking for some time by then.  They decided that we should play a drinking game…”<br/><br/>Aaron was shoved from behind by someone trying to get to the bar, and he fell forward into Evanee’s personal space for a moment.  He pushed himself back with a slight blush tinting his cheeks.  He coughed and grabbed his drink to turn his attention away for a moment.