But now behind him came a loud shriek, Rogers son was just entering the room and typically he would take over the situation and bring the attention over to him, he called out a "Hi!" to his father and sat in the open chair beside him. Chris was of average build with short black hair that almost stood on end on the top of his head, with traces of scars from pimple outbreaks he had as a teenager mark his sharp features and his devilish smile. Chris was an arrogant, self-centered person who always tried to achieve center stage when possible.

Jack looked at the boy´s behind his polished oak table, "What are you guys up to today", Michael turned to his father and said nothing, Smiling Chris replied, "Were getting ready to go to a party tonight so we we´ve come to beg for a car tonight", for a time there was silince when it was broken by Roger saying that he and Chris´s mother were going out tonight and they had no chance from their side.

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