"There's rules because someone else was stupid enough to get hurt or hurt someone else." Ken muttered. Echoing what his father used to tell him and his other siblings.<br/><br/>"Neither of you drink, though." Kayla whispered between the two, even though Ken was louder about his message and was shameless about his volume.<br/><br/>Kyle shrugged his shoulders from both of his sibling's replies to the rules and kept quiet. Letting his own thoughts analyze the following rules since this wasn't his first rodeo he attended. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaned his back against the cubby support, and placed his legs one over the other. Fidgeting his right leg gently and patiently waiting for more introduction and/or rules to be explained.