Dylan took us all to this weird Irish bar in town. It was a nice place. All my uncles sat up at the bar and got everybody a drink. The rest of us sat up on these high wooden tables. I spotted Zeus and my father talking in the corner of the bar. It looked like a serious conversation, but both of them didn't look angry and they haven't punched each other yet which means it must be okay.

"Lily, aren't you having a drink?" Dylan asked, gesturing to the empty space in my hand.

I smiled and shook my head, "No, I haven't really ever drunk any kind off...