"C'monnnn, sweetheart, just do it. Don't you want people to think you're cooler than you already are?" Wade cooes, a shot of tequila in his hand. They've been hanging out for the longest time, Wade constantly attempting to manipulate them into doing things they didn't particularly want to. He'd already gotten them to vape, but that's not because they wanted to, that's because he's hoping they'll get hooked on it, and therefore, hooked on him because he's the only one who can provide that for them.

Drinking has been a bit.. harder to convince them to get into. But Wade is nothing if not patient.

He cuts them off when they start yapping about being nervous, putting his hand over their mouth. "Shhh. I don't want to hear all that, honey. You really think I'd let anything happen to you? That hurts. I thought I'd already proved myself to you." Guilt tripping. God, he's so damn good at that, has the 'kicked puppy' act down to a science. He's practiced other types of manipulation on them, but guilt tripping always worked the best.

"Well.. alright." He murmurs, dropping his hand from their mouth and setting the shot down on the counter, using his body language to feign sadness. "I guess, since you don't trust me.." He trails off, waiting for them to jump in and reassure him.