Forty Three.

Tired lines marred Seth's forehead as he took a bottle of gin from his mother's cabinet. His green eyes were concerned, they had lost their ever-present playfulness as he mulled over things in his mind.

Grabbing a glass, he shifted to the sofa and poured himself a drink. He glanced around wondering where his mother had gone to. She seemed to have left in a hurry, he thought as he eyed her open windows. And when he had called her to tell him he had arrived, the place she was in was rather loud.

"It can't be a club, can it?" He thought and chuckled at the vision of his mother in a nightclub, wearing a crop top and ragged jeans. "Nope. Definitely not a club."

His phone buzzed showing the name Nate on the phone and he picked up the call.

"Hey man? Have you arrived yet?"

Seth took a sip of his gin and lolled the liquid about on his tongue for a while before swallowing. "Currently raiding my mother's gin collection."

"Oooh, B's going to kill you." Nate sang and Seth laughed.

"I'm her on