James had already decided that champagne was not his drink, causing Matt to laugh and his paternal grandfather to be a little bit appalled at his lack of sophistication. He was convinced the boy would "grow into it," but James doubted it. Matt made him something with quite a bite to it, some kind of soda and whiskey. It was more bothersome to his grandpa that they took to their mother's side for their drink enjoyment. The boy looked over to Sasha at her question and thought for a moment before shaking his head. 

"Nah... If I felt like there was something I needed to change about myself, I'd already be working on it. Not that I'm perfect, but it just feels... Well, it wouldn't work for me, I can't set a start date for doing something to get better because if I don't start right the moment that I realize it, then it'll be really hard for me to stick to it," He admitted with a shrug. "What about you?" He asked, kissing her cheek with his feet up on the coffee table. For the last few weeks, it was clear that somethin was on Matt's mind, but when anybody asked, he'd dismiss it as work or his last semester at school. James felt that he was lying, but he didn't push, lest whatever it was would upset their mother.

Since he and Sasha started going out, everything else in life just felt natural. It would only be a few minutes before Alex fell onto the couch beside James, also kicking up his feet with a relaxed sigh, "I gotta say, guys, I feel like this is going to be a really good year. I think the club needs to do more paintball when summer rolls around, I talked to some of hte other members and they said they really wanted to do it again. I don't think anybody would protest laser tag or... Oh, next year, around Halloween, we could go to one of those live-action zombie survival things. I heard that they let you stay overnight in the woods and it's... I can't remember if it's like laser sensors or airsoft... But anyway, you and your group have to survive on limited ammo overnight - if you get turned, you have to join the zombies and try to 'kill' your friends," He said excitedly. "I think it'd be a really, really fascinating activity for us."

James listened intently before looking to Sasha, "Well... that sounds really cool - maybe next year we should bring it to whoever we vote as president," He proposed with a bright smile.