"Your parents drank deep on the 70s, I can tell." Jake laughed, gesturing out as he spoke with a hand. "It's cool, though. As for drinks... whatever we can get our hands on, I guess. If you've got a hook up with something, bring it. We'll hang out, maybe play some video games, whatever. Just a fun kind of night. Mm, if I can't text you though..." He dug into his jeans pocket and dragged out a small piece of paper and looked around, then held out a finger. "Hold on." He dashed into a nearby shop, and when he came back out, it had an address on it and a time - 8PM.

"Here. If you want, come by."