Chad took a skewer with cooked meat and shoved it into Mike's mouth to make sure that he stayed quiet, before walking up to Tammy and Jun, who came back with a few bottles of wine.

"These are great vintages! Did you steal it from your dad's wine cellar?"

"What do you mean, steal? How can you call it stealing if I'm taking something from my own house?" Jun opened the bottles with an opener.

Chad brought one of the bottles to Mike and poured a glass for Elliot as well.

Even Wesley, who could not quite drink, took a glass. "It's a fun night, so I should drink a bit as well."

"Are you in a good mood, Mr. Brook?" Tammy poured wine into his glass and looked over at Avery. "Avery, you want some?"

Avery shook her head. "I need to take care of the kids. You guys go ahead!"

"Alright! I will deal with this unwelcome guest of yours!" said Tammy, before sitting down next to Elliot. "Mr. Foster, why aren't you staying with your fiancé at the hospital? You can't possibly be thinking of dump