Pick up booze

Ethan figures he'd best start with getting booze for Alex. While providing a gaggle of eighteen-year-olds with alcohol was not something he'd usually do, considering his and Alex's relationship he figured it was socially speaking a grey area.

Heading over to the liquor store, he finds everything on the list easy enough. When he reaches the checkout the clerk gives him a sly look.

"Havin' a party or somethin'?" He starts scanning the items. His expression is hard to read, but Ethan thinks he's slightly suspicious.

"Or something," Ethan isn't exactly sure what to say, "Mostly just stocking up."

"Hm," the clerk nods, then makes eye contact with the Ethan, "For just yerself?"

Ethan frowns. "Hopefully not."

The man laughs and finishes scanning the items. That seemed to satisfy him well enough.

A rather hefty payment later, and Ethan stands outside with a rather large amount of alcohol.

Sighing, he realizes he can't carry anything else with all of it on hand. He would have to deliver it to Alex now, then double back into town for his own stuff.

Groaning slightly, he starts making his way there.