Parrish & OTA
Parrish had invited Eric, and the girl who seemed to be attached to his arm, to the pack house. He wasn't sure they'd show, but he'd put the invite out there. The boy was a teenager, and apparently as headstrong as Parrish had been at his age. Parrish couldn't fault him for that, even if it was frustrating as hell.
He didn't attend every single function the pack house opened to the community, but he felt a little out of sorts with Eric around, and wanted to be among friends. Plus having dinner with the pack was a lot safer than having dinner alone with Jill. Smoke alarms tended to go off when they went that route, so...yeah.
Parrish had a drink in hand as he walked around the yard, occasionally dodging small children as they raced past him.