Collin went back up from the basement and sat across Azriel, placing his hands to his head. He lets out a groan, “ugh! My father is fucking useless!”

Azriel just stared at him, “is it really your father triggering that frustration or those two shacking up?”

He slams his hands on the table, “can it be both?”

Azriel stood up from his chair and went to the kitchen. He came back with four bottles of beer, “where’d you get those?” Collin asked as his friend placed the bottles on the table. “I have my ways,” he smiled, opening two of the bottles and handed one to Collin. “Thanks,” he said...