Joyce Monroe rubbed her temples, a headache blooming. Eve Hughes, on the other hand, was perfectly calm. "Your dad can't hold his liquor. This isn't the first time you've seen it. When he's had too much, he starts trying to become sworn brothers with everyone."
"When he's drunk, he won't even leave the dog alone. Dolly is less of a handful."
Silas Thorne seemed to have had a lot to drink as well, but he was a quiet drunk and wasn't causing a scene.
So, her father was the only one running around making a ruckus.
After the "sworn brotherhood" ceremony, he seemed to regain a sliver of clarity. "How did you become friends with Kian?"
"Our parents' generation knew each other, and we're about the same age." Even drunk, Silas Thorne's mind seemed perfectly clear.
