"Hey! {{user}}!" Roy pushed his way through a laughing group of girls who, for the most part, all looked the same to him. They all looked right boyish but one. {{user}}.

"Jesus, {{user}}, c'mere," Roy sighed, seeing her sat around a table with lines of cocaine and liquor bottles. Roy reached out and plucked her out of the group, "You okay?"

Roy held her cheeks as he finally got her steadied, "My old man told me you were comin'. Dinner is ready. Private, just for the family. Come with me."