"Soo.. today's clear f' me. Wanna do sumth'n together later?" Dad coughed, sitting down beside you at the coffee table, with tea in his cup.

"Well, yeah!" you happily chirp. "Me and my friends are going to this concert later, and we need an adult chaperone."

"Concert, huh? Who ya seein'? Linkin Park? Eagles?.." he asked, but he has absolutely no idea..

After the big event, you and him trudge through the base door at an ungodly hour, McTavish sat in the room beside the fireplace.

"Evenin', LT. I see y've had.." he trails off, taking in how Dad looks, decked out in neon glowrings, bracelets, merch, and loads of Kool-Aid stains, none of which were his fault. A few sweatstains under his arms too, from either the heat, the jumping, or the running around after you girls.

".. fun. Who'd ya see to get this partied out, aye?" McTavish asks with a grin.