I couldn’t help it, I started laughing. Picturing Vaughn in there, throwing punches at Cooper or at anyone for that matter, was too much to bear. It was hysterical.
Fortunately, he didn’t seem to mind. I sat down next to him, offering him a sip of my beer, since now I knew it wasn’t because of a drink that he was hyperventilating. He grimaced, “No thanks.”
I frowned, feigning shock, “Please don’t tell me you’ve never had a drink of beer.”
I’d meant the comment to be… um… what’s the word for it? Not answered? I dunno… At any rate, I’d meant for him not to respond, but he did.
“I have actually. It was disgusting,” he told me shortly.
I raised my eyebrows, “And how old were you?”
He muttered something. I smiled, “Let me guess… 6?”
He scowled and shook his head. I grinned, continuing my guesses, “oh, 5 then? 7? 4? 3?”
Finally he sighed, “16… almost 17.”
I blinked, “Isn’t that how old you are now?”
He nodded, “Yes.”
I frowned, “So you did have something to drink back there.”