The next day, Kian was hungover. Glasses on the face and a tomato drink from Genalise was all he needed to get better. Mr. Sins stood there, shaking his head at his son, disappointed of him getting like that.
"You need to be prepared to sing these lyrics, Kian." Mr. Sins said.
"I understand." Kian said, getting agitated. "Can you please stop yelling."
"Kian, he wasn't yelling." Vince said.
Mr. Sins walked over to his son and clapped his hands, causing Kian's head to throb.
"The hell?" Kian asked, getting irritated with with his father.
"I bet you'll rethink next time when you go to a damn bar."
"It was shots."
"I don't care what the f**k it was! Stop overdrinking when you go places!"
