The argument between the two brothers instantly made the happy atmosphere at home stiff and tense again.
Elliot Sheridan drove off and called Dylan Heston, asking him to come out for a drink.
When Dylan Heston got the call, he was secretly surprised. It was still broad daylight; what was there to drink about?
When Dylan Heston arrived at the private bar room, the table was already littered with empty bottles.
The moment he walked in, the oppressive atmosphere told him Elliot was drinking his sorrows away again.
Drinking with just the two of them was no fun. Luckily, he'd been smart enough to call Ethan Fletcher ahead of time.
Elliot Sheridan had a decent tolerance for alcohol. He wasn't drunk; in fact, his mind was exceptionally clear.
Dylan Heston sat down and picked up an open bottle. "What's with you today? Who was brave enough to mess with a tiger and piss you off?"
"Cut the crap!"
Elliot Sheridan shot him a cold glance as Dylan Heston clinked his bottle against his.
