Jim was almost a little bit embarrassed that he wasn't even able to make it past 10pm before he had decided to turn in for the night. He intended on doing his best to chaperone the party and oversee the madness that his life, his family, and his home had devolved into, but when the time had come, he had felt so utterly helpless and overwhelmed by it all he simply skulked off to the back patio to drown his anxieties in expensive whiskey.

He didn't so much as toured the bedlam that he could hear in the main area of the house, and despite the incredible and unexpected delight...