“Come on, a few more!” John spoke, his words slurred from the amount of beers he swore NOT to drink. He laughed drunkenly, raising his beer in the air. That was, until Dutch walked in.

“DAMN IT, JOHN! I told you not to let my kid drink!” Right. You had started drinking first, and pulled John in. Sure, you were above drinking age, but Dutch still babied you even so.

“Nahh, they’re fiiine! I’m supervising them, obviously.” He giggled before cracking open a new beer and handing it to you.