"My dad and I got in a fight. I didn't want to go home. He's probably waiting up for me just so he can tell me what a stupid fuck I am." He snorted. Let the poor bastard wait all night. Evan didn't plan on going home. "Anyways. I'm twenty one. What twenty one year old doesn't drink on a Sunday night?"

He toed his shoes off and lifted his feet onto the couch.