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***Alexei's POV***

"He proposed?" Gavin shows me Mak's hand as Mak blushes.

"Congratulations." I repeat, again. Gavin has shown me Mak's ring three times already.

"Shots!" Martin announces as he comes to the table. I accept with a smile.

We ate dinner at Eleven Madison Park after getting to the restaurant promptly at seven. I was impressed this group managed to do anything in a timely manner. I was surprised to find out we were celebrating the engagement instead of witnessing it. However, I would have done the same thing had I been in Grey's shoes. The time and place are never as important as the person you are choosing to spend your life with.

Now, we are two rounds in at Stout. Gavin is trying to convince me to dance. Grey is dancing with Mak. Mario and Kip are trying to grab a beer pong table. Mark is whispering something to Seb that has him smiling like a cherub. Amelia is loading the jukebox. I'm trying to distract Gavin. And Martin is setting down the third round of shots.

"What are we drinking to?" Mak bounces to the table and starts passing out the tequila.

I grab a lime, hand it to Gavin and pour the salt over his wrist.

"Thank you, Daddy." Gavin appreciates with a peck to my lips.

"Wait for me." Amelia rushes over with her heels clicking across the cement floors.

"To Grey and Mak." Mark starts. I shake my head. We already did that, twice.

"To family!" Amelia pipes in sweetly.

We all cheers before drinking, sucking and licking through the shot.

"Have some water." I offer to Gavin. I sip my own glass while pushing his toward him.

"I'm good." Gavin promises. I don't agree. Hydration is the only friend we have with us tonight.

"Please." I ask nicely.

"Yes. Sir." Gavin agrees before drinking from MY glass.

"Are you going to deny him all night?" Sebastain accuses as he stands from his seat. I roll my eyes. Not them too. Everyone is pressuring me to dance. I'm not there yet.

"I'm not denying him anything. Ever." I enunciate. "I am saving that for later." I persuade.

"Play beer pong with us." Kip claps his hand down on my shoulder.

"Who's my partner?" I ask wearily. I'm not going down without a fight.

"That would be me!" Martin pushes some purple drink into our hands as he tows me towards the table.

Kip rings the first cup and thankfully Martin slams it back. I like beer but I am aware that we are mixing way too much shit together. Tomorrow is going to fucking suck. When Mario misses, I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Follow my lead, Son. This is how it's done!" Martin bounces the ball off the table and lands it in the leading cup. I give him a high five while Kip drinks up both cups.

I focus hard on the cups in the back. I remember this shit from college. I'm not bad at it, but I wouldn't put money on myself either. I shoot the ball with a prayer that I don't let Martin down.

"That's my boy!" Martin claps me on the back. I cough a little while double checking to make sure I made the cup. I did not see it coming.

"Everybody's your son when you're drunk, Dad!" Grey yells across the room.

"Shut up. I will put you up for adoption." Martin yells back. Amelia scolds Martin with a sharp glare to which he waves off with his hand.

We go back and forth until two cups remain and Martin is up. I thank the little baby manger Jesus that I rang the cup last so I should be in the clear.

"Drink up!" Martin yells as his ball goes sailing through the air. Kip groans when the ball splashes in the beer. Mario saves him by snatching the cup and kicking it back without protest.

"Shot time!" Martin wanders off without asking anyone if they are even thirsty.

I assure you, we are not!

"Where's Gavin?" I ask out of concern. The bar is much more crowded than when we started our game. I can clearly see Mak and Grey making out on the dance floor. My boy is nowhere to be seen.

"Amelia took him to the restroom." Mark pushes a cup into my hands. I look down at what looks like a cup of neon blue sea water and shrug my shoulders.

"Dance with meeeeee." I hear him before I see him. Gavin waddles over to me with his glazed over eyes. Amelia pushes a glass into his hands and he starts drinking it before I can advise against it.

"Come on." I agree. If we are dancing, he won't be drinking. I think he could use a break.

I put his glass on the table on our way to the dance floor.

"Yay." Gavin bounces in front of me before wrapping an arm around my neck. He places the other one behind my back.

I gently wrap my arms around him and start swaying to the song on the juke box.

"Are you having a good time?" I ask while I move his sweaty curls off his forehead.

"The best." Hiccup. "Time." Gavin promises.

"We should probably take a break on drinking." I urge cautiously.

"Quitting is for loossers." Gavin slurs out to me.

"Knowing your limits is a sign of strength." I argue.

"I'm weak." Gavin admits. "For youuuu." He leans up to press his lips against mine, effectively cutting off my plea. We take time to explore the spaces between one another's lips.

I pull away when I realize we are the only ones left on the dance floor. Everyone else is gathered at the pong table. The crowd is inordinately excited for a game of pong. I pull us to the commotion, grabbing our drinks on the way. Gavin finishes his before we make it over, so I take the rest of mine down in the spirit of commodore.

"Get it, Grey." Mark yells loudly.

I push my way towards the table only to let my eyes land on Grey taking body shots off of Sebastian.

"I'm next." Amelia yells. I turn my head to see her rushing the table. Thankfully, she is not taking shots off my best friend. Instead, she takes one off of what looks to be the waitress. I just stare. This shit is wild.

"Let's play Truth or Dare." Kip offers. I groan. Nothing good ever comes from this game.

"I'm first." Gavin brushes past me. I see he has yet another drink in his hand. This time there is a dark liquor in the glass. I don't think there is a mixer in it.

"What is he drinking?" I ask as I try to move the crowd to remove the cup from his hand.

"Calm down. It's coke." Martin lies.

I cut my eyes at the old man. When he gives me a challenging eyebrow lift, I give in.

"Here. It's a four-horseman." Sebastian pushes the cup into my hand.

I make the mistake of sniffing the drink before sipping. My nose wrinkles as the octaves roll out of my cup. This is pure gasoline.

"He is cut off." I warn towards anyone who is listening.

No one is listening.

"Truth or Dare?" Kip asks Gavin.

Gavin doesn't hesitate before answering.

"Dare!" He rolls his eyes playfully as he takes a sip from his drink.

I gingerly take a sip from my drink waiting on whatever bullshit is about to ignite.

"I dare you to give Daddy Parker a lap dance." Amelia screams out.

Liquor comes out of my nose.

"Bet." Gavin squares up before finishing his sip and heading straight to Martin who plants his ass in a chair. The shit eating grin on his face is directed at me while he crosses his arms over his chest.

Pony comes on as if sent as a gift from the God above. I pull out my phone because I am positive, I will want to replay this again one day soon.

"Go Gavin!" Mak screams before whistling. I chuckle.

Gavin starts slow with the sway of his hips passing right passed Martin's face. Martin let's out an entertained chuckle. But, as expected, Gavin doesn't half-ass a thing. He drags his nails down Martin's neck while swinging his leg over Martin's hip. Martin quickly slips both hands over Gavin's hips to keep Gavin from throwing them both backwards out of the chair. I throw my head back in a deep throated laugh.

Amelia squeals in delight, encouraging the entire thing by giving Gavin pointers through the whole dance. Not that I think Gavin needs a damn bit of instruction, the way his hips are grinding in Martin's lap should be considered a sin. All in good fun, I join in with the praise. My boy sure can move.

Grey pretends to cover his eyes as his father lets the dance get sensual. If it were any other human that my boyfriend were grinding on, I would be putting a stop to this shit. However, in the safety net of this unit, I just continue to record while cursing myself for not daring Gavin to give me the lap dance.

"It only ends with a kiss." Mak reminds my boyfriend.

Gavin waves Mak off while making his final body roll across Martin's lap. Martin turns his face towards me with one of his silver foxed winks and taps his cheek with his pointer finger. Gavin follows the silent instruction by placing a giggling kiss right on Daddy Parker's cheek.

"Shots." I call out to the crowd. I need a fucking drink or a fuck. Hell, I just need something at this point.

"Alright, Mark is up. It's dare." Mario announces. He puts down shots that seemingly culminate from thin air. I eye the drink curiously. I have never seen this one. It is served with a straw but is obviously meant for taking back quickly. It looks like a layered latte except the thick milky liquor suspends inside the middle of the darker liquor.

"What the fuck are you making us drink now, Dad?" Grey accuses loudly.

Drunk Grey is even louder than sober Grey!

"Shhh. The game is getting good." Martin narrates in a low deep voice. "This is going to help erase all the embarrassment your about to experience."

Amelia laughs.

I have a feeling he is not exaggerating.

"Mark. I dare you to do the worm!" Mak lays his palm flat on the table and wiggles it across the wood. I think he means for it to look like a moving worm. Yet, somehow it looks more like he is dislocating his fingers.

On cue, Mark finishes the vial drink that Martin called a mindbender or mind twister, some kind of shit. He sets his glass down before laying on the floor with his chest and crotch flat. We bust out into hysterics when he hops across the concrete like a fish out of water.

"That counts!" I yell out for Mark's sake. I do not want to see that again.

"Martin's turn." Seb points a finger at Daddy Parker.

"Do your worst." Martin dares us with a crack of his knuckles.

"Get the bartender's number." Amelia giggles out.

"Ooohhh. Yessss." Mak claps happily while bouncing on his toes. Grey slides up beside him to keep him from falling over.

Martin shrugs with no fucks to give. He walks up to the burly bartender and leans smoothly across the bar. Martin turns to us with a wink before squeezing the man's bicep. A few words are whispered before we groan. Martin walks back over with a napkin flicking between his fingers.

"Amateurs." Martin laughs out as he shows us Steve's numbers. Yeah. He got a work and cellphone number.

"Whose turn is it anyway?" Gavin asks.

"That would be, Sebbie." I point over at my friend who has somehow managed to escape the brunt of this shit for far too long.

"Make it good!" Mark proclaims to Martin.

"Give me a minute." Martin holds his finger up before whispering something to his wife who runs over to the jukebox to post up.

"When the song plays, take your shirt off. You're going to do your best walk across the bar. Make it count." Martin gives the order while miming that he has his eyes on Seb.

"Got it." Seb nods his head seriously. Unfortunately for Seb, his nod looks more like a bob and weave.

"That's not fair." Mak accuses. "He's a damn model."

Martin shakes his head. "Just wait for the song."

Seb gets in position. He puts one foot in front of the other. I laugh when he has to reposition himself twice. He is more than tipsy. We all are. Martin cues Amelia who punches the buttons and shuffles over to our sides before handing out even more cups. These I recognize. Thank God. We are drinking Blue Motherfuckers.

I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred comes on causing the whole bar to turn towards our group. The establishment starts cheering and chanting loudly. Seb goes fifty shades of blush as he realizes the fact that he has been set up.

Acquiescing to his fate, Seb shakes his arms out and pulls his shoulders back. He comes traipsing over to us. When he lands in front of Martin, Seb turns on his heels with a faux hair flip landing his middle finger directly between Martin's eyes. We laugh raucously as Seb makes his final struts towards the end of his makeshift runway.

"THE SEBASTAIN ROYALS, EVERYBODY!" Martin shouts over the crowd as Sebastain shouts out a fuck you.

"Mario. My man." Grey calls out.

Mario groans audibly at his turn to bat.

"Go easy on him." Mak warns. Grey ignores the plea, waving Mak away.

"This is going to be for everyone. But, only Mario has a caveat." Grey begins.

We listen intently since suddenly this is a group effort.

"We are going to do blowjobs." Grey explains.

"I'm game." Gavin raises his hand enthusiastically.

I glare at my boyfriend.

"Not actual blow jobs. A shot." Grey corrects with a snort.

Gavin blushes before dropping his head in both acceptance and disappointment.

"Now, the rules are you have to take this shot hands free. But Mario has to do his blindfolded and kiss Kip when he is done." Grey qualifies.

"That's not so bad." Mario obliges easily.

"Everyone take your positions. Hey, Steve come help." Grey calls for the bartender.

Steve comes right over, carrying the shots with him. He sets all the glasses down except one. We make a long line down our table to take our shots. Mario stands there while Steve removes his necktie and fixes it around Mario's head to act as a blindfold. I laugh when Grey runs behind Mario to tie his hands behind his back.

"No one said anything about rope." Mario argues.

"My dare. My rules." Grey blows Mario off. It's not rope anyways. It is the sash from the barrier that keeps people out of the VIP section we are in.

Kip positions Mario a foot from the table. For good measure, he gives Mario a couple of spins before setting him back in the direction of the shot. Mario sways unsteadily before finally finding his footing once again.

"On three." Steve announces.

"One. Two. Three. Go!" Steve claps his hands to accentuate the start.

We lean forward place our lips around our shot glasses, flip our heads back and swallow the sweet concoction. Mak finishes first. With a triumphant smile, he sets his shot glass back on the table using only his mouth. When he is finished, he kisses Grey for the hell of it.

Following suit, I kiss Gavin (hands free as well).

Eyeing Mario, I watch as he chases his glass around the table. I laugh when I realize Grey has increased the stakes by putting Mario's shot glass down in a ring of water so that it is shifting each time one of us puts our glass down.

"This is cruel." Sebastian whispers over to Mark.

"Just a little." Mark agrees while purposefully jostling the table just as Mario is about to catch the rim of his cup.

"You guys aren't playing fair." Mario growls out over the table.

"Just find the glass." Kip urges. He does nothing to help as he laughs behind his boyfriend's back.

Finally, Mario gets the glass to his lips. When he tilts his head back, he sucks a little too hard. The cup sticks to the inside of his mouth. He shakes his head back and forth trying to dislodge it so he can land it on the table. He spits the shot glass out, bouncing it onto the floor.

Mario is spinning left to right trying to locate Kip. He has no idea that Kip is side stepping him at each turn. Kip is laughing each time Mario grows more impatient.

"I give up." Mario cries out in frustration.

"Kiss the big baby!" Gavin screams. We laugh as Kip lands his lips onto Mario's pouting mouth.

Martin quickly unties Mario who pushes the tie above his eyes to glare at the lot of us.

"I will get each and every one of you back. Mark my words." Mario threats while pointing to each of us.

"Who's next?" I ignore the big tit sack. It's all in good fun.

"That would be YOU!" Sebastian jubilantly states.

"Alright! Let's go." I agree.

Fair is fair.

"Truth or Dare?" Mario questions.

I forgot we were even playing the truth portion of this game.

"Most of you don't know enough about me. This could be fun." I decide.

"Have you ever bottomed?" Sebastain asks.

"Negative?" I answer quickly.

"Would you?" Mark interjects.

"Not likely." I shoot back.

"Where did you lose your virginity?" Kip questions.

"I thought I only had to go once." I bargain while rubbing the back of my neck. I do not want Gavin witnessing this.

"Not when you pick the truth!" Amelia clarifies proudly.

"At camp." I lie.

"Negative ghostwriter. Try again." Sebastian argues while wagging his finger.

"Fine. Fuck. I lost my virginity in a bathroom." I relinquish.

"Which bathroom?" Sebastian drags on. I glare at him.

"I hate you, Sebastian Royals." I promise.

Gavin stands in front of me looking up with questioning eyes. He has his hands on his hips, and his foot is tapping impatiently. I just know this will come back to haunt me.

"I lost my virginity in the bathroom of a plane. I was on my way to see my great-grandmother. For her funeral." I finally admit.

"NO. FUCKING. WAY." Gavin pops me across the chest with his flailing hand. "NO. GOD. DAMNED. WAY. Tell me you are lying. Alexei!" The way Gavin screams my name makes me cringe.

"Shit. He didn't say daddy." Martin whistles out.

"We can talk about this later." I try to persuade my little angel.

"We will be talking about this right the fuck NOW!" Gavin snaps his finger and points to the ground. I send him a warning.

He can question me. He can be pissed. Embarrassing me or disrespecting me is off the table.

Gavin doubles down!

"So help me Alexei." He threatens.

"You're going to need help." I interject.

"Next question." I call out to our group.

Gavin stomps his foot. Martin grabs my little cherub up by his waist and hauls him off to the bathroom. I request that Amelia go to the bar to get us another round. I am going to need it.

"What was THAT about?" Grey asks in horror.

"Sebastain!" I accuse with annoyance.

"Don't blame me. It was an innocent queshtion." Seb slurs.

"He may have mentioned, specifically, me fucking him on the plane." I admit.

"You didn't?" Mak asks with wide eyes.

"No." I shake my head in acknowledgement to my answer.

"Have you fucked him?" Mak retorts pointedly?

"Earlier today. For the first time." I elucidate.

"A week. He had to wait a week?" Grey bellows out.

"Shhhh. I wanted to flesh out the details of our partnership first." I explain.

"PartnershiP? What is this a fucking business contract?" Sebastain stands up to punch me in the shoulder. It doesn't even hurt.

"No!" I justify loudly. "He thought this was a fling. As if I had asked him back here with me to fuck him and throw him away. Can you imagine THAT? Wrap your head around someone looking at that man and deeming him a one-and-done. I just wanted to make him feel special. I wanted it to be special. Fuck. I wanted our first time to show him how much I desire him, adore him, worship him." I breathe out.

For fuck's sake!

"I forgive you, Daddy." Warm hands wrap around my waist. Gavin digs his head into my ribcage. I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Can we talk about this at home?" I ask gently. I do not want to keep going with this question.

"Shots!" Amelia proclaims.

She brings another round to the table.

"Beer Pong!" Kip offers. I welcome the change.

Kip runs over to the pong table offering to pay for the next round. A few college kids, with their letterman jackets on, agree. Kip sets up the cups.

"I'm sorry." I whisper to Gavin. I cup his chin and bring his lips up to mine. I don't move forward without his permission.

Gavin nods his head before pressing his lips against mine. I sigh lowly. I know I have to make this up to him.

We watch as Kip and Mario spank the asses off the guys on the other side of the table. It's barely a game. Kip bounces his ball into the cup first with Mario ringing the exact same cup, knocking out four cups off the rip. The balls come back. Mario does a trick shot causing the college kids to stand in shock when it circles the rim. They try to blow it out and fail. The cup gets pulled. Mario gets the ball again but misses. Kip rings his second shot leaving them down to five.

The opposing team knocks two cups out in the first round.

Mario goes first this time. Mario bets he can toss it over his shoulder offering to ring the middle cup if the college kids will take two cups when he does. They agree. After Kip nails his shot too on the same rule. There is only one cup standing for our boys.

"You two are sharks!" The college kids laugh.

The balls come back. Game over.

"Dare!" Mark yells out. We don't even know what he is talking about.

"I dare Mak to give the losers a kiss." Mark dares loudly.

Mak shrugs his shoulder, ignoring everyone as we wave our hands and shake our heads.

Mak walks up to the broad shouldered one who looks like the captain of the football team. He plants a kiss right on the guy's cheek. The players high five while I wince.

"Mak, get your ass over here." Martin snaps.

Mak laughs before running to jump in Martin's arms.

"Your turn Gav." Mak starts.

"Yep!" Gavin agrees without knowing what he is doing.

"Give your daddy a lap dance." Mak winks at me.

I love that kid!

Now I am being shoved into a fucking chair. I look around while everyone starts clapping.

"You're turn Daddy." Gavin climbs into my lap and wraps his arms around my neck.

Body on Me starts playing to which Gavin immediately starts moving to. He swirls his hips in my lap while sliding his chest back and forth. The way his body sways is so sexy I thank God there are no rules to this fucking phenomenal game. He throws his head back, saying something about being too dizzy. I make sure to keep him attached to me, so he doesn't end up on the floor.

Gavin's dick hardens as he continues to create tension between my legs. He hops off my lap and circles me, placing kisses wherever his lips land. I laugh when he grips the chair for dear life while dropping it low.

When the song ends, I am sad. I pick Gavin up to praise him and thank him for the amazing dance. Amelia waves her phone at me to which I mouth a thank you. I will be watching that back tomorrow. Martin hands me a water and rubs Gavin's back.

"You still good?" I question him quietly.

"Mmmmhmm. Just dizzyyyy." He promises.

I wipe the sweat from his forehead and carry him to the bathroom to clean his face. He just danced his ass off and got overheated.

We enter the VIP room only to see Grey passing out drinks.

"Fireball!" Grey announces.

"Nooooo." Gavin whines out his plea.

"Then that is a dare for you, my friend." Kip points to Gavin with the warning.

"I already did one." Gavin shakes his head vehemently.

"There are no caps on this game." Martin pushes the tray of fireball at us before handing Gavin what appears to be a lemon drop.

Gavin relinquishes. He takes his shot before leaning down to Kip who starts whispering in Gavin's ear.

Gavin walks straight passed me and places his lips against Mario's, effectively sealing a kiss on Kip's boyfriend's mouth.

I don't like it!

"What the fuck was that?" I ask Gavin.

"Not a god damn kiss, that is for sure." Kip throws a thumbs down towards Gavin.

"Kip, I dare you to show me what a real kiss is!" Gavin sends in my direction. I smile at my baby for being smart on the fly. I look to Mario, waiting to watch the show.

Kip walks up to me with his fucking tree trunk arms and dips me backwards. I almost fall to the ground before he chuckles as he catches me in a sweeping embrace. I don't get a word in before his lips descend over mine. Kip bites my lower lip, causing me to yelp. The minute my mouth is open, his tongue invades the space between my teeth. Kip licks the back of my teeth before wrapping his soft tongue around my own. I kiss him back.

We exchange dominance several times before Kip finally pulls me back up into a standing position. My lips are tingling. My breaths are quite rapid, and I feel quite lightheaded. I chuckle as I shake out of my daze.

"Damn." Martin barks out.

"That wasssss a kiss!" Gavin claps for Kip.

I just grab a bottle of water and wash the rest of Kip's taste off my lips.

"Grey's up!" Amelia announces.

"Again?" Grey asks in bewilderment.

"Body shots off...." Amelia looks around the room.

"Mark!" Mak yells out.

Mark throws himself on to the table, yanking his shirt off before he lands. We laugh at how eager he is.

Grey stands over Mark while Amelia pours the tequila down Mark's chest. Martin rushes over to throw a lime into Mark's hand. Grey flicks his wrist to the side where Sebastian covers it in salt.

We watch as Grey seductively laps the salt from his wrist. Starting at Mark's happy trail, Grey kisses the area right below Mark's belly button. Mark lifts his head, watching as Grey sucks Mark's skin on the way up his chest. When Grey gets to Mark's nipple, he takes a soft bite. Mark's leg jerks, causing us to laugh loudly. Grey finally approaches Mark's neck where he takes his time to kiss the skin below Mark's ear. Mark lets out a moan.

"That's enough." Mak snaps his fingers.

Grey lifts his head with a laugh. Mark shoves the lime in Grey's mouth before Grey walks away.

"Let's dance." Mak suggests.

Grey starts to walk to the dance floor. Mak shakes his head no. Instead, he grabs Amelia and Gavin, carrying them away from where we stand.

"Is he mad?" Mark asks.

"No." Martin flicks his hand towards Mak's back.

"Seems like it." Grey says as he scratches the back of his neck.

"He won't even remember it tomorrow." Kip promises.

We order a round of water while Amelia occupies my angel on the dance floor. Amelia is in stilettoes dropping it to the floor while Mak and Gavin sway all around her. Amelia runs her hands up the back of her neck, knocking her bun down. Her hair falls in waves down her back. When she turns around, the buttons on her blouse are wide open, exposing her black lace bra. Martin growls.

"Dad." Grey warns.

Martin stalks off towards the dance floor.

"Go get him." I urge.

"No point." Mark insures me.

Martin picks Amelia up into his arms, bridal style and carries her out the back door. Mak notices. He watches but keeps on dancing. Gavin moves closer so Mak's body is grinding along Gavin's.

"That's hot." Grey whispers to me.

He isn't lying.

I watch, pleased, as our boys' dance together. It's such a turn on that I have to adjust my hard-on. I look down to make sure mine isn't too noticeable. But Grey and Mark are busy gripping theirs repeatedly.

The song ends. Gavin walks over to me as Mak disappears.

"Where did he go?" I ask my sweet boy.

"Said he had something to check on." Gavin grabs my water, drinking the rest of it. I grab his bottle to hand it to him as well.

"What's wrong?" Grey yells out.

I turn to see Mak stumbling across the dance floor. He is rubbing his eyes with his fists. When he pulls them away, he just blinks while stuttering.

"Baby, what is it?" Grey attempts to comfort his fiancé.

"Mom. Dad. Alley. Mom. Mom. Scream." Mak repeats.

I run towards the back door.

When I burst through the door, my eyes blow wide and I fucking watch.

Martin has Amelia bent over the hood of the limo. Her pencil skirt is around her waist. His fist is knotted in her hair. Amelia's back is arched up so Martin can bite into her neck. His pants are obviously undone. And he is railing her.

Amelia is moaning like a dirty school teacher.

"What is going on?" Grey asks as he comes to the door.

I snatch the knob and pull it closed. Martin turns to look at me with a shit eating grin.

I smile back before slipping back inside to get his son away from the alley.