"Dating?" Michale Shaw had a bit to drink and was feeling a bit tipsy. He hooked his arm around Archer Carter's neck, "What kind of dating?"
"The kind that involves opening up to each other."
"Oh—"
Archer smiled with his eyes squinted, but the moment he saw his cousin return, he felt a chill down his spine.
"Who allowed you two to drink?"
As a result,
Michale pointed at Archer,
Archer pointed at Michale,
Both blaming the other, but after questioning the bodyguard, it was revealed that Archer was the instigator. Michale, being easily swayed, joined in after a few polite refusals. But seeing Tobias Carter, for some reason, made him feel a bit intimidated.
Because he had said:
No drinking!
Under his watchful eye, both of them were meekly eating their food. The whole room was eerily quiet, and during this time, Michale's phone vibrated. It was a call from his old man. The moment he answered, he was yelled at:
"Why haven't you come home yet, you little brat?"
"Grandpa..."
