Blood in a can. As he turned the cold cylinder over in his grasp, Liam realized he couldn't decide exactly what kind of idea that was to begin with: incredibly genius or utterly idiotic. Who the fuck just kept a thing of blood just waiting around in their - ... Hell, nevermind. He'd already learned long ago there was no point in mulling any questions over anything that happened anymore. The young man gave it a good shake, caught straight off his guard as the Bubblegum-head brushed his hands through his hair. His heart leapt straight into his throat, cutting off any biting torts that pined to escape him.
He froze, one moment blinded by the warm neon lights and the next ... He didn't even know. The Summer's eyes were left wide-open but he felt blinded all the same, only able to make out the sting in his lip and the sharp metallic stench waving off the other boy, mingled in with the sweetness of his cologne. Bitter-sweet. Liam felt the world spinning beneath him as Jon pulled away, his hand brushing up to his lip and wiping away a small stain of red. Maybe he wouldn't need the damned can after all.
A stray flame licked away across his cheek, highlighting the warmth across his skin. "Y-You..." He wasn't sure how long he stood there, wavering in his place, before he'd finally had the stomach to down the rest of his drink; guzzling it down and shoving it against the Aussie's chest. Liam kept his gaze low to the ground. "Try and and stop me." He muttered, shoving past and pushing towards the entrance.