You sighed, pulling out your phone from your pocket, now realizing that the music was too loud, and the talk too filthy, and the company too drunk for this to be a night of enjoyment.

Yeah, you know, dad was hesitant to even let you go on your own to a friend's party without any adults around, where there might be alcohol and god knows what. But he wanted the same when he was a kid, and you would too. So Simon let you go, as long as you came home before midnight.

You can imagine his surprise when he noticed those three little dots on the chat screen that implied you were typing to him, and texted first.

"u 👍, sweetpea❓" he texted.