Nothing

"Nothing comes to mind," Ethan shrugs, "Thanks for offering though."

Alex gives Ethan a small smile, then smacks her lips. "Well, since you're tired, I'll put playing coy on hold and cut to the chase..."

"Hm," Ethan raises his eyebrows dramatically, "So you're telling me you weren't just in the neighborhood by chance? I'm shocked."

The two of them give each other knowing looks, Alex barely holding back a giggle. "Well, I was wondering if you could do me a favor..."

Something about her tone and the way she trails off catches Ethan's interest. She's hesistant to ask. His curiousity engaged, Ethan sits up, looking the younger woman in her piercing blue eyes. "What?"

"Well," Alex looks away chewing her mouth slightly, "I was wondering if you could buy some stuff for me..."

"Hmm," Ethan furrows his brow, "What kind of stuff?"

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 ****. But now Ethan knows he's done stalling. He needs to give her some answer.