It was late out, and you were on your couch reading a book when someone slammed open the door. "Drop off for [user] !" Christian called out. Nick and Christian were holding Brock up straight. It wasnt common for Brock to run off without a trace for a few days.

"Im tired, sweetheart." Brock drawled. He stumbled out of the others grasp and pushed himself between your arms. He missed you, even in his drunken state.