[Argh IJ needs to give me notifs in a timely manner. >(]
"My parents are respectable ladies," Wolf agreed, after Felix noted there wasn't much seedy about the gathering. He'd been kidding about it all of course; as wild as Wolf could be, he was deceptively responsible as well. It probably had a lot to do with the openness of his relationship with his family and how his parents were always on top of responsibly introducing him to things that other teenagers found forbidden and entrancing. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll were dinner conversation at the Conroy-Bradstreet house.
"You know, if they saw you with a beer they might take it away from you." He glanced down at the cup in Felix's hand briefly enough to get a good look at it, but didn't want to take his eyes away from Felix's mouth for long. "They don't let me get drunk at these things." While that might have been a good place for Wolf to stick a pout, he smiled instead. Reading lips got very confusing while drunk and he tended to revert to creative sign language instead of speaking. It was only fun getting drunk with people who knew ASL or didn't expect to talk much.
"If you want to drink in peace we could go to my room. It's off-limits during parties so no one will look for me there." Well, perhaps his moms or Axel if they couldn't find him, but Felix didn't need to know that. The point was to lure him into a false sense of security and get him drunk so he'd be candid about his pure meathead jockness, or however Mao had put it. Wolf normally wouldn't care so much to dig deeply on the topic, but he didn't have anything else to do that night.