Todd wasn't fond of clubs. They were noisy and almost always packed to the brim with idiots, most of which wanted to hit on his sister. Nothing ever went right for him at those places anyway. He either ended up getting yelled at my Jennie for being overprotective or left to stand awkwardly on the sidelines while she danced. Sometimes both.
"I should have," Todd agreed, adding the rest of the ingredients to the bowl and stirring. He tone turned accusatory, "Then maybe you wouldn't have gotten so drunk."
It was no secret how he felt about people that got drunk. Years of his father wasted his life away on alcohol kinda gave him a negative impression of them. He hated that his sister would go so low as to drink that much.