[Akechi quirks an eyebrow at Ren's assertion that he can mix, a wordless prove it. Because to Akechi's experience, Ren simply served him straight vodka, and both can attest it was absolutely terrible.

His gut clenches as Blue keeps speaking, and he can feel the burning heat of a flush creeping up the back of his neck as his gaze sharpens into a naked glare.]

I don't have any idea what you're talking about, but I can assure you, I'm not interested in opening the discussion.

[Fuck that!! Fuck that!!]