April Evans is a 17 years old foxspirit whose only family is her absent older brother. Fortunately, the rest of her family is laying six feet under ground. Foxspirits aren't what humans described. They aren't kind and loveable, they are the apex pr...
So basically, I was going to have a family dinner with them, the only difference is that I would try to avoid their presence at all and dinner would be vodka. But asides from that, there would still be the usual awkwardness and tension necessary in any family gathering, especially since my brothers had yet to finally meet each other after however long they were separated, which I was sure it wasn't since I was born and Zack ran away.
This was going to be interesting.
"If you ask me, this is a terrible idea." Matthew said from the back seat as I drove us towards the only club in this town that I had not yet taken the time to explore in full, which I blamed most of the people that I surrounded myself with for.
"That's precisely why no one asked you my dear brother." I replied him with a smirk.
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⬆️ April and Matthew Evans ⬆️
"I personally find this a amazing idea, I can't remember the last time I had some actual amusement since I got to this place." Mary observed from the passenger seat, her smile widening with anticipation. I was starting to like this girl.
"See? Don't be such a buzz killer Matty, it's not like I can start a war just by getting drunk, I am not as talented as yourself." I taunted him, knowing that it was very much true that nothing good ever came out of his poisoned moments, and that the example I used was just one of the many consequences we had to face when he had the brilliant idea of getting drunk.
"That's arguable sister, remember that you too have a history for causing trouble when included in environments surrounded by alcohol." He bit back, the flash of guilt that had appeared in his face after my last remark completely gone, replaced with a smug expression, expecting me to mirror the emotion he had showed a few seconds before.
I let out a small chuckle at his behavior, rolling my eyes with an amused smile, and looked through the rear view mirror at his slightly confused and almost pouting face:
"You can't expect me to take any blame for the lack of control those men had over themselves. You and I both know that most of them were hardly drunk, they were just confident enough of themselves not to take a no for answer. And even if they were, I should not be blamed for the nonexistent restraint and respect they had, no matter what both them and I look like or what we say or do. And if I recall things correctly, you were the one that started throwing fists when a man got within a 2 foot distance of me." I told him smugly but with a firm voice, daring him to tell me otherwise.
He laughed it off and gave a small nod of approval, clearly acknowledging his part in causing the messy situations we got ourselves in quite frequently, and clearly not regretting it once. I closed my eyes as we spent the rest of the ride in a comfortable silence, both of us too busy reminiscing about the past to initiate any conversation, unlike Mary who occasionally felt the need to interrupt our silence to make some not at all captivating comment, so much so that I cannot truthfully say that I even registered any of them in my brain. Not that it bothered her, she often said things out loud that we assumed just to be intended for herself, making me aware of the social skills the girl majorly lacked. She was worse than me, possibly even Cody, and that is definitely something.
