"Yeah. You've been cooped up cause you acted like a little shit. Slave night is for slaves. You have like every other night of the week to go to the Avalon. And then you dragged my name into, which is fucking weird," Emerson replied.
"And yet, I'm still willing to share this on conditions. I'm holding the bottle, and you don't down it like a shot. Try and enjoy for more than five seconds," her continued, leaning forward and pouring some into the other glass before sliding it to Lucien. He looked up at the kid, not dignifying his last comment with a response before filling his own glass and taking a drink.
"Don't be a fucking moron. If I didn't care, I'd just let you run around and be crazy and borderline dangerously drunk. As things are, family means something to me, distant cousins or not. So, stop be a little shit for five seconds and appreciate that you have people around who aren't going to let you kill yourself indirectly." Emerson leaned back, very careful to still keep the bottle in his own hands.