Who asked who out?" I question in return. "I asked her I think. It was a while back so I don't really remember." His words are almost indecipherable now because of how slurred his speech is."Oh, cool," I answer, gulping down one drink, paying the bar tender for another. "C'mon, we need to get more drinks!"Michael laughs, nodding in agreement. "Sure we do! Hey, hey?" He clicks his finger at the bar tender. "Can we get more please?" The bar tender nods, preparing another drink for each of us, but Michael then furrows his eyebrows in frustration. "More than one each! At least three! Jeesh!" Seeing that his request is being met now, he smiles and looks at me. "Anyway—""Indiyah." Ayden's voice interrupts us. My head turns to see him with Izabella, his arm protectively around her waist. "Uh, Ind, I'm ready to go home now. You coming, or are you staying here with Michael?"