Aiden took the lighter from Johnny's hand, snatched it away almost. "Thanks, man. Still not sure if I'm gonna get this thing open or not, but at least I don't have an excuse for not trying now."
He gave Johnny a light pat on the back, then started to try and do that whole thing that Fergie had told him. Had to hold his hand in specific way, then apply the lighter to the whole thing, get that fucker under the bottle top, use it like a lever and -
Welp, first time was a bust. Didn't even budge an inch, nope. Second try. With a little more focus this time, try to get the edge of the lighter in the right spot, be hella careful not to change the position of his hand, ready, steady -
Nope, not this time either. Well goddamn, one tough customer, this frickin' bottle cover. Like, could always smash it, but that'd kinda defeat the purpose of y'know, trying to get what was inside. Third time's the charm, sure as shit. Did all the same steps as before, tried remembering how exactly his pal had always done it. Fucking Fergie, always made it look like it was no dizzedi deal and stuff, while to him, this shit was like rocket science or something. Math was hard enough for him already.
Alright, try again, press that thing down at that spot, keep it held tight and - hell yes, pop goes the weasel. The bottle cover came loose with a literal 'pop', flew straight in Junko's direction but fell to the ground after only covering half the distance. Phew. Sure, Junks coulda taken it, no biggie, but still. Already had his little funzie with her earlier, no reason to add unintentional trolling to the list as well.
Now that the bottle was all open and ready, he immediately brought the rim to his lips and took a nice, deep sip. Yup, still tasted as shitty as he remembered. But he didn't drink it for its taste anyway, never did.
Smiling contently, he looked back over the attendees - whoa, Fi again, careful, had to stop thinking about her - then back at Johnny. Guy hadn't said a thing. Yeah, had to be the alc. Guy wasn't usually cosplaying as Kimiko, so had to be that. Shame, yeah. But like, still could try and talk to him, right? Maybe just say something, anything that popped into his mind, epiphany style or some shit, get Johnny Boy to let loose a little.
"So like...how's it going for you, like, with girls? Got anything going on at the moment?"
No idea why he had asked that. Well no, he did, asked it because it had gone through his head at that moment. Better question then, why had that thing gone through his head? Was just trying to have a good time, didn't try to think about chicks and stuff too much, nothing that had the potential to get his mood down or something.
Whatevs. Maybe it'd get Johnny talking. Worked for him.