The air was tense, everyone seated at the long table, donned with silk cloths and shiny cutlery. Carmen watched from one end, hands tightened in his lap, as Michael picked up another fork and positioned it at the ready.

The bickering between Mickey and Lee continued, causing Carmen’s gaze to flicker to his sister, then back up. Whilst he remained silent, Fak protested, claiming that he’d need the fork later, though it was futile in the end with Mikey lobbing the utensil across the table, hitting Lee square on the shoulder.

“You’re scarin’ the normal people.” Richie had attempted to defuse, muttering the words to his friend, no hint of humour in his tone. The chaos only increased, and Carmen was wondering if sneaking out was a viable option.