Dancing and Battle

Lachlan

"I'm exhausted. I'm taking Uncle Jax's fruit snacks and going to bed," Carley says with a yawn.

"Take Air with you. I'll help you get him to bed," Weston suggests.

Arson fell asleep in his chair due to the morphine drip Ryder had given him earlier. So I'm glad Weston is going with them.

"Sounds great," Carley yawns and I gather up the giant box of fruit snacks Sidhe brought.

He claimed that keeps a stash of juice boxes and fruit snacks in his car for his baby nephews. I don't doubt that, but I also know Sidhe, they are more for him than his nephews Kassius and Darius. He only sees Darius once a month when they go visit Gator's mother in Grele.

"I'll walk you out. I'm going to stay and keep an eye on the other two," I inform them.

"Somebody sober should," Weston says pointing his chin and Doc Fox and Gator who are drinking whiskey straight from the bottle.

This going to be an interesting night with some mixing alcohol with pain meds and others getting crossfaded like the