Aydin snorted, having to take a breath to calm themselves down. "You remember vodka, right? It's like that, but fancier." Aydin themselves would never forget the Vodka Incident. To be fair, it was mostly their fault. They had invited a friend over who, once he had heard that Ziggy had never drank, brought the strongest booze he could find.
“Vodka. That’s the name. It scares me,” Ziggy said with a slight shake. His closed his eyes, taking a breath. “The devil’s juice, I swear.”
He looked over to Aydin, offering them a curious smile.
“But it’s fancier? Like… tuxedo vodka? That seems more fun,” he said happily. “I’ve always wanted to try a tuxedo on. Unfortunately, there always seems to be a problem fitting them.”
Aydin nodded, their smile not budging. "It also has less of a chance of getting you drunk, I'm pretty sure. I don't actually drink a lot." They hummed, picking up their coffee and finishing the rest of it. "We could find a tailor to fix a tuxedo to fit you."
“A tailor?” he asked, looking over to them. “Is that the woman I saw on your television the other day? Taylor? I didn’t know being Taylor was an occupation. She does sing, though, so I’m almost positive that’s an occupation.”
He then took a full few seconds, and his brain clicked the pieces together.
“Wait. A tailor. Those people who make suites. Never mind, that makes much more sense. We could get me a custom suit? My, wouldn’t that be something.”
Aydin chuckled as they made their way to the sink, washing out their cup. "Yeah bud, Taylor swift is definitely not a tailor, she's a singer. Er- Artist? I mean, I think she writes her own lyrics so she's a singer song writer." They narrowed their eyes. "I think most people just call her a singer."