Everything will turn out just fine.
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"You shouldn't be here," War grumbled when he saw me in the barroom.
We'd had my birthday dinner a few hours ago. Almost everyone stayed at the table and hung out with me for a bit. We waited for Dad and most of the old timers to be drunk before coming in here. I'm not sure any of them cared all that much that I was having a few drinks anyway. I was in a safe place with people we all trusted, it's my birthday, and I'm finally 18. They were all doing way worse stuff before they were my age.
With that being said, I'm a little tipsy now. War has kept a close enough eye on me that I haven't been able to even touch Feral. He's not happy that this is what I wanted for my birthday, but I don't care. I think he only agreed bec
