[That's what he always says, though. Tate's appetite is as elusive to him as the truth is his tongue, so it doesn't really count for much when he says it. He probably should eat, but he's not about to push for anything. Not when he can fill his belly with booze and get a better buzz that way, too. He takes another drink, licking his lip before giving another absent shrug.]
I don't know how to really celebrate this kind of thing. My mom would always make a dinner, but that was about it. I hated that, it felt more for her sake than anyone else's. I just want to hang out.
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[That's what he always says, though. Tate's appetite is as elusive to him as the truth is his tongue, so it doesn't really count for much when he says it. He probably should eat, but he's not about to push for anything. Not when he can fill his belly with booze and get a better buzz that way, too. He takes another drink, licking his lip before giving another absent shrug.]
I don't know how to really celebrate this kind of thing. My mom would always make a dinner, but that was about it. I hated that, it felt more for her sake than anyone else's. I just want to hang out.