Oh. Now I get why he’s frustrated. But don’t things like these happen all the time? Minors sneaking alcohol in and I mean.
Fae swallows. “Are their parents strict?”
Dylan rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah. Sorta. That’s an understatement rather.”
Fae’s used to having strict parents. Her mother’s strict. The latter takes in his words with a subtle nod of understanding. After a moment, Cai appears from the hallway and ushers Dylan to come over. The guy nods his head and looks at us before leaving.
“I’ll see you guys later.”
And with that, he walks away towards the direction of his cousin Cai.
We decided to head down after a moment. The music still kept going on and the food on the table kept getting refilled. Fae’s having the time of her life enjoying what’s on the table. I’m worried s
