It was just another evening. Another white lie he had told himself and Isabel. He wouldn't get drunk, he didn't have a problem. It was the same conversation every time Sean left their apartment.
What was the big deal anyway? He wasn't going to turn into his father. And a few drinks weren't going to kill him. Sean was already on this third and had no intention of stopping.
He looked up from his half empty glass and smiled at Mitchell. "Hey. Doin' just fine. How about you?"