MY FRIENDS DAD He always insisted we called him Kev. every time…

MY FRIENDS DAD
He always insisted we called him Kev. every time I came over to hang out with Jason he was there. He would sit and chat with us joke around inappropriately til Jason got embarrassed and we ended up leaving. I didn’t mind though, he was a nice guy. very good looking too, about 6ft tall, muscular and I always ended up looking at his hairy arms. His receding hairline was obvious but fit him well. He always had a smell of faint cigarettes and also beer every now and then.
I remember one time I went over to Jason’s around 7pm, I had nothing to do.I knocked on the door like normal. His dad, or Kev, whatever, swung open the door. He seemed a little more happier than usual, By now you could smell the alcohol in his breath, and more so when he opened his mouth to talk.
“ah, come in! have a seat! I’ll go find him.” He said with a hardy tap and grab to my shoulder. He then headed towards Jason’s room. I sat down on the couch, I would usually just go to Jason’s room. But his dad insisted.
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