Aidan Collins
Aidan watched Vice and Lalan giddily. A large smiled brightened up his face and his eyes lit up in delight.
"Don't you talk to me like that. Know your place, Champagne." Vice said.
"Champagne, eh?" Aidan said laughing, putting his hand on Lalan's shoulder as he poked fun at his nickname.
As Vice sat down and called for another drink, Aidan decided he might as well get one too. It wasn't fun being sober at a bar, especially when the person sitting across the table is drunker than she'll care to remember. As he ordered a drink and sat down at the table where Vice and Lalan were sitting, he gestured towards the area where Vice had just stabbed his jacket, "You know Vice," he said with a feigned sternness in his face, "you're gonna owe me for getting this re-stitched." He knew by the time he had a few drinks in him he'd probably forget about it anyway, but he thought it'd be funny to try and tease his female teammate, as long as it didn't get him a knife thrown into his eye socket.