Demyan
By the end of dinner, Pa had forced everyone; except sulking Malia, to take a shot of vodka because it was rude not to when asked by the host, and that turned into a streamline of shots of vodka. Pa, Dad, Nika and Samuel seemed to find everything funny in that moment as they constantly burst out laughing whilst Malia and I sat there twirling our thumbs.
Even though Dad and Pa were staying in the hotel, I did not put it past them to not create chaos on their way to their suite therefore I volunteered to be their dedicated walker.
"Should I take my parents back to my apartment?" Malia looked back to the VIP dining room as we stood at the bar.
"I think it's safer," I chuckled as Pa waved his hands about which really seemed to get Nika cracking as she almost fell off her seats. "Maybe you should bring them to the penthouse. Just so we can keep an eye on them."
