Enough

"I think that's enough..." Ethan sighs, deciding to end things now.

"If you say so..." Alex leans back, removing her hands.

Slowly, the two peel off each other, and Ethan sits up. "Thank you. That was really great."

"You're welcome," Alex smiles, "Anytime."

Ethan thinks he might take her up on that...

A few minutes later, the two of them make their way back downstairs, fully clothed and refreshed. As they walk, Alex turns to Ethan. "So, um, would you mind if I asked you a favor?"

Ethan raises his brow. "Hm. Was the massage just to butter me up?"

"No," Alex reaches the bottom of the stairs, making for the couch, "Maybe a little?"

Ethan chuckles, following and returning to his spot. "Well, I suppose it depends on what you're asking..."

Alex sits, giving Ethan a nervous look, "Well... I was hoping you could buy me something?"

Ethan pauses, giving her a curious look. "What kind of something?"

Alex shrugs, giving him a weak smile. "Booze?"

Frowning, Ethan lets out a deep sigh. Alex was eighteen, and the drinking age was nineteen in this part of the country. Now that of course never stopped young people from drinking, but it did present a problem with acquisition. The twenty-one-year-old Ethan would have no such trouble, and so...

"Why?" Ethan asks to stall, already fairly sure of the reason.

"Well, me and my friends," she seems to wince slightly, "Wanna have a bit of fun at the fair, you know?"

Sighing, Ethan does know. A sixteen-year-old version of him got blackout drunk at the fair and ended up kissing the very girl sitting across from him now that very same night. Kids will always find ways to get ****. Plus she did give him that killer massage... But now Ethan knows he's done stalling. He needs to give her some answer.