" I scolded him. Dustin chuckled and wrapped his arm around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder."Sorry but I wanted to know if you could take ca...e of Cro-po this Saturday. I need to clean up around the house and I can't do that with him around." He pleaded."One sec," I told him. I covered the mouthpiece and turned to Dustin. "He wants to see if we can take care of his husky pup this Saturday." Dustin nibbled on my ear in thought. "We're good." He breathed. I struggled to keep in a groan.. "It seems, Father's decrees aren't absolute in his house. What exception did you use to stop Bette from coming here again?" Your father has his own definitions for pride and honor. I asked him if he thought they were synonymous." Your saying that his honor to be faithful to you was endangered by his pride of me becoming a responsible adult." You're inferring a lot from a simple question. You're more wrong than I could convince you." Therefore it wasn't worth trying to convince me.Mother's sly. There I was 'intercepted' as I walked down the concourse. It was all politeness and butter wouldn't melt in their mouths, but I heard the intent behind "Sir, please come with us." Why? I someone going to apologize for trying to shoot me out of the air?"One of the two men became choleric. "What do you mean, apologize? You forced a corsair interceptor out of the air!"I stood there and crossed my arms. "Rules of engagement, old son. I was fired upon first. I've got the lead streak on my wind. I finish my beer and let out a very unladylike belch, thrusting my fist in the air in success. Ethan and a couple friends slap me on the back, congratulating me, and accidently incite a couple burps. I make my way to the kitchen, leaving them all behind to make my own delicious drink. A hand slaps my ass and I turn around and slaps the face that did it before continuing to the kitchen to make my drink. That shit usually happens to me at parties and I try not to make a big deal out of it, I dont.