Father and Son Talk

Dylan slumped on the leather couch in his father's office, rubbing his forehead and thinking to himself.

He let out a low groan under his breath.

... Liam and his loose tongue, inserting himself in my personal life and talking about things that don't concern him... I'll kill him, he thought.

Daniel poured two whiskeys and joined his son on the brown leather sofa, passing the glass to Dylan's hand.

"Father," Dylan spoke first accepting the drink and swirling the ice cubes around in the golden brown liquid, "I am twenty-four and I know fine well what I am doing."

"I'm sure you do." Daniel spoke calmly.

"Just because HE wants to get married and chain himself to ONE woman, doesn't mean that I have to!" Dylan vented, his face starting to redden.

Daniel checked to make sure the door was closed properly before turning to face his son directly, he placed his hand on Dylan's shoulder.