At events like these, Cody often felt like the chaperone rather than an actual attendee. He felt far too old for this, but showed up anyways due to the promise of free booze and the fact that he’d never be able to live with himself if someone got hurt.
In a way, he was like the paramedics on scene at a raucous concert: a safety precaution. “Hey, you uh- might want to slow down a little,” he said gently with a small smile on his features. “Get too drunk and it turns into a not so fun party.”












