Spying on long lost family

Oliver sat in the back corner of Eli's sipping water he had spiked with his last bit of liquor that he had left over from his move. He watched the people as they ate laughed and some even kissed. He rolled his eyes. 'Where was he?' Oli wondered taping his fingers on the table. he needed a cigarette like the kind he use to buy from the older students at his past school. sighing he chose to look in another direction. this time he looked at the door watching who came and left and how happy they were. Though he seemed carefree when around his so called friends back in Russia, but he had never truly been happy or so he thought. He didn't think he would be happy until he finally gained his fathers acceptance.