Dylan couldn't wait for the rest of the people there to leave, but when Allison walked up to him he didn't feel the same urge to tell her to fuck off that he did everyone else. So far she'd stayed well clear from talking feelings, and rather indulged his drinking binge. Much more preferable.
Still the question nearly made him wince, though he forced himself not to show too much of that. "Other than the urge to tell most people here to fuck off, I'm fine," he said. Granted for that to be true your definition of fine had to be a bit warped, since now that he was sober the last few conversations he'd had with Cass all kept playing in his mind.
In most of them he'd told his father to fuck off, leave him alone or stop bothering him in some manner or other.
"I'm planning on getting drunk again after this," he said. "I need to be sober for work tomorrow, but until then I'm planning on being trashed."
"It's more Cass than this is anyway. He'd prefer a pub and lots of beer than anything that required him to sit still."