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Will Solace was 17 and had lived a very pleasant life up until now.
He'd grown up in a middle class family in Texas with very loving and expecting parents, a happy family and lots of friends growing up.
Right now however, he was not in Texas. Will was on a business trip with his dad. His dad, Apollo, had been really busy recently and wanted to try and spend some more time with Will, so he'd brought him along on one of his work trips so they could have some father-son bonding time. The days went as follows, breakfast at the hotel together, Apollo going to a meeting or 2 for the majority of the morning and early afternoon, and then Will and Apollo exploring the town and doing something together come the evening and so far Will had been having a great time.
Currently, Will found himself sat at a breakfast table in the hotel, having just dressed for the day. In front of him was a plate of egg whites and oatmeal.
“So, how many meetings do you have today?”
Apollo hummed, “Ah, not many. But I did want to talk to you about that” he sipped his coffee; “Will, I’m going to a pretty fancy country club for my meetings today”
Will listened intently as his father spoke, stabbing the egg whites on his plate with his fork. “A country club?” He questioned. “Isn’t that a place that rich people go to hangout?”
Apollo chuckled slightly, “Mostly”
He paused, then got really serious, “But Will, I want to make one thing clear. This is a country club with a lot of families with incredibly traditional values. They might make comments or you might see something you aren't used to, but if you are at all uncomfortable, and I mean at all, you can always leave. Just tell me before hand, okay? So I know where you are.”
Will swallowed, putting his fork down. He had a bad feeling about this, just from the tone of his father’s voice, but he nods nonetheless.
’Traditional values’, huh? That’s a nice way of saying ‘probably bigoted.”
“Alright.” He says. “I’ll be fine.”