"Like no one's ever done that before," he snorted. OK, maybe nothing quite that bad, but his bandmates screwed with his social media plenty - if only because he annoyed them first. And they all knew he could laugh most anything off. Besides, he hardly believed Axel knew how to do anything of the sort. For some reason though, he didn't feel like posting the picture right then. He didn't delete it either.

Of course, the next moment, he regretted not posting the pic with some really obnoxious caption.

The bartender was still working in front of them when Axel started that flirtatious little act. Silvestre did his best to roll his eyes and seem passively amused by the suggestion, counting on the darkness of the room and his complexion to hide how his cheeks turned the slightest shade of red. Maybe Axel would feel the slight heat there when he actually touched him. Silvestre was able to just chew his tongue, but only for a second before his hand automatically jerked up to slap Axel's away.

And he was barely half a second too late too, fingers grazing empty air as his eyes darted around to see only the bartender swiftly averting her own gaze. His chest was still tight as he tried to played it off. He ran his hand absently through his hair, letting a few curls loose to hang over his brow.

"Oh noooo, the amazing Axel in his tight pants and belly shirt doesn't like me. What ever will I do," he mocked flatly. He realized must have brought up that shirt thing five times already tonight; his comedy skills always weakened when he was actually angry. He gulped down one of the shots as soon as they were set in front of him, and breathed out the sting with a sigh of relief. First shot of the night was the first step to ending it.

"Not the strongest shot out there, but fun to order," in fact, his smile returned just from hearing Axel say it out loud. He held the second one up, "Besides, it's butterscotch! Don't want one? Figures you wouldn't like sweet stuff - all the salt in your personality." He went to drink it himself. If Axel didn't want it, that was fine by Silvestre. He figured a tequila shot after this would do the trick.