After Simpson was done playing cards with a few women at the party, he heard that Jackson had arrived. More importantly, he had scared off Leia, the famous actress.
Simpson turned to his brother and glanced at the bottle of alcohol on the table. "You two are just drinking whiskey? What the heck? Aren't you scared you'd get stomach problems? Just because you guys are a bit older, your stomach's made of steel?"
"Go and play somewhere else, don't bother me. Jacks is the only one drinking that bottle here." Samuel chased his brother off, as if Simpson was no more than a little brat.
Holding his phone, Samuel scrolled through his contacts to look for Dylan's number.
Jacks seemed like he had been possessed by an entity. Samuel knew that he would keep worrying if he didn't know the reason for Jackson's current behavior.
