[3rd Person’s POV]
Randy and Randorne bid their goodbyes to the men inside the mansion. “Bye, dad and grandpa! We’re going to sleep!” announced the kid. A simple nod and smile was their answer. It was enough to send the two up stairs.
After spending an hour or more after eating, Randy and the kid felt tired, wanting to lay in bed.
“Are you up for a drink, old man?” asked Thorne with a taunting tone. They are not used to casual and respectful conversation when they are talking to each other. But with other people, they pretended to have one.
Tyrone smirked. “Sure do, jealous man,” but then, Tyrone played his cards slightly better than Thorne. He laughed the moment he saw Thorne’s fist clenched. “I f*****g knew it, bastard,” Thorne said through gritted teeth.
“What do you know?” Tyro
