I'll be alright.

“i don’t think anytime will be needed for that to be burned down into flames. although, depends if the producers have actually fire proofed the place or not.” they chuckled before looking at him. “sure. i could go for a drink.”

“I’m going to assume they’ve put sprinklers in, would be stupid for them not too.” Aaron he laughs along with new arrival. Not too sure if they’d met when he was last here. “Anything in particular?” Aaron says with a smile appearing on his lips.

Too late. I saw Niall running around on literal fire earlier. Thought about helping him, but eh, it was more fun to just point and laugh,’ Mike commented, taking a seat at the bar and helping himself to the glass Aaron had just poured rather than asking for another. ‘You like the new place then? Everyone’s been pissing their pants in excitement over it.’

“The fuck? How did he manage to light himself on fire? Pointing and laughing is a good method.” Aaron agrees with a grin at Mike, seeing the other taking his freshly poured glass he shrugs it off. Making himself a new one to make up for it. “It’s alright, I like the fact it’s more independent. You not a fan?”

Zee hadn’t expected there to be anyone else at the bar. Suppose he should’ve known better. Half the people here spent their time pouring free liquor down their throats and he was fast joining them. He just had to be more subtle about it in case someone started asking questions. Hoping Aaron wouldn’t be one of those people, he took a seat and flashed a smile. ‘Yeah, sure. One won’t hurt. I’ll have whatever you’re having.’

Aaron wasn’t sure if he should pour Zayn a drink, hell even Aaron shouldn’t really be drinking. He lets the thought go, then prepares a Whiskey for Zayn. Handing it to him once it’s ready. “There we go, cheers.” Aaron raises his glass toward Zayn’s. 

‘God, please. Pour me two,’ Louis sighed, taking a seat at the bar. A lot of time had passed since Simon’s visit to Big Brother, but he was still paying the consequences for everything that happened during that week and it was exhausting. He just wanted to curl up in a ball with a nice bottle of vodka, come back when everything had settled down. ‘Reckon it’ll be Harry or Niall. They’re fuckin’ shit in the kitchen. You alright, mate?’

“Two it is.” Aaron hears the sigh Louis lets out, he wondered what had been happening with him. He remembered seeing Simon Cowell around, could it have anything to do with the mood? Aaron didn’t know. So he gets the glasses ready and then sets them down in front of Louis. “Can any of you cook? Are you the masterchef of the bunch? I’m alright, Lou. You?”