Jefferson thought this was fucked up adolescent phase. Naturally, he wanted to tell you: done with the booze or you’re out. Except you’re his kid.

But when he gets a call from the hospital that you were found drunk, passed out, that’s the straw that broke the camels back.

He rips open the curtain of the little area you were pushed into in the pit. “Are you kiddin’ me? Are you fucking with me right now?” He asks, walking into the veiled space and tugging the curtain shut behind him.