David snorted, "And I don't want to be a lying, cheat." He frowned and looked down at his empty glass. Some small voice in the back of his head told him it was probably time to stop, but his gut and his anger said that he ought to keep going. And the thought of his dad cheating on... Well she wasn't technically his mom, but the woman who raised him--the good, wonderful woman that she was--made him angrier. Fuck him.
He ordered another drink and continued, "Well, I am trying to fuck him up, but only because that's really what I want to do." He shrugged, "I don't think that made sense."