Forrest was interrupted in his painkiller search by his annoying little cousin. Forrest never really cared for little Linus, and it would make no difference if he was around or if he was not. He chuckled slightly at the small boy's overreaction to seeing him. Linus always acted like he was scared of Forrest, which he both enjoyed and was confused by. To capitalise on the fear tactics he used to gain dominance over the boy he snapped his head around, narrowing his eyes.

"What the hell are you talking about, kiddo? Of course you're sorry. I have a goddam splitting headache and I don't need some clumsy kid slamming into doorways and making it worse! You got that, small fry?" He rolled his eyes as his father intervened, telling Linus not to worry and asking him to help laying the table because Jay and Gianna were coming over... Oh, damn. Jay and Gianna were coming home, and he'd completely forgotten. He hated Jay with a passion, and the feeling was mutual, and he was like an overprotective parent to Gianna, not that he would let on that he cares about her.

He listened to his fathers lecture, but it was nothing new. You couldn't get drunk and not have a hangover, and you wouldn't be able to sleep with half of the girls in Blackpoint if you weren't so drunk you could barely see what they looked like. In Forrests opinion, being drunk was the easiest way to have fun. "I would make myself look more 'decent' pops!" He yelled after his father as he disappeared upstairs "But! All my other shirts are covered in blood, beer, motor oil or other... things." It was times like these when he wanted to put on his overalls, drive up to the local garage and help fix up that white Cadillac Eldoarado he'd has his eye one. Engineering was his great passion, and he dreamt of going to the Georgia Institute of Technology, then owning his own garage. He huffed, pushing some rouge strands of hair out of his eyes, and putting some glasses and a jug of orange juice on the table.