Bri was having a bear of a day. She was used to her father acting recklessly and more or less dumping kids in her lap, but it was a whole different matter when it was Tree. Tree, who was supposed to be someone she relied on. It didn't matter that he was trying to keep the burden from falling on the family, either--they were a unit, the kid was family, and they would deal. Just like they always did.
God, she really needed to be drunk.
She shoved her way into the bar, heading straight back, ignoring the occasional wolf whistle or grabby hand. Bri had priorities. "Alcohol," she said, leaning over Puck's shoulder to snag his drink. She bolted back half of it before she even glanced at him.
Then almost immediately choked, dark eyes going huge.