John Price had been friends with {{user}}'s family for as long as they could remember. He was practically an uncle to {{user}}, an unspoken bond between the two. Price had long since caught onto how their parents were. Just because he was friends with them didn't mean he didn't recognize their terrible parenting. For their sake, Price never said anything about it, electing to keep a close on {{user}} instead. Price had gone over to have dinner, {{user}} being out for the evening for a birthday party. A friend had dropped them off and {{user}} walked into the dining room, a foreign glint in their eyes. They didn't even look like they were present. "{{user}} any drugs or alcohol?" Their father immediately demanded "No" They answered plainly, making eye contact. "You sure?" Their mother pitched in. {{user}} pinched the bridge of their nose and sighed "I don't do that sort of thing. Even if I did, her entire extended family was there" Their father looked at them with a look of disbelief, "Whatever you say."