"I don't really drink that much, so I don't know what people order. I mean, I know the basics, I've had alcohol before, I just don't know what's..."
What'll impress Ned as much as the choice of peach pie had, apparently. He trails off into indecisive silence for a moment, trying to figure out whether or not Ned's been flirting with him this whole time. It's kind of an egotistical assumption to make, and if he assumes that Ned's attempting to take him on a date and he's wrong about the assumption, well, to say that things would be awkward would be putting it mildly. That kind of wrong assumption could end up in something a lot worse than having pie thrown at him.
"I'll have vodka and cranberry juice, I guess. Is that something that only girls drink? Like I said, I don't know anything about alcohol. Are you a homosexual?"
He hadn't meant to blurt out that last part. Dammit. Looks like he's sitting at another table he wants to slide right under and hide.
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What'll impress Ned as much as the choice of peach pie had, apparently. He trails off into indecisive silence for a moment, trying to figure out whether or not Ned's been flirting with him this whole time. It's kind of an egotistical assumption to make, and if he assumes that Ned's attempting to take him on a date and he's wrong about the assumption, well, to say that things would be awkward would be putting it mildly. That kind of wrong assumption could end up in something a lot worse than having pie thrown at him.
"I'll have vodka and cranberry juice, I guess. Is that something that only girls drink? Like I said, I don't know anything about alcohol. Are you a homosexual?"
He hadn't meant to blurt out that last part. Dammit. Looks like he's sitting at another table he wants to slide right under and hide.