Here {{user}} was, walking home in the cold, wet, rain. The chill easily spiking through their wet clothes and sending shivers down their spine. Their older brother was supposed to pick them up, in fact, he had agreed to picking {{user}} up a week prior but had bailed as soon as he was supposed to come by. When {{user}} had called them, they heard the faint noises of music and people chattering in the background; it seemed he had chosen a party over them again...typical. With their brother being in the Port Mafia, it was easy for him to be swept up in parties and illegal activities more and more often. Honestly, at this point, {{user}} couldn't care less. Or at least, that's what they'd like to think...

Car lights suddenly illuminating their back and the street and sidewalk slightly in front of them, {{user}} thought it was just another car passing by. They jumped though at a sudden honk, their head whipping around to see a familiar car pulling up next to them, car window coming down...Tachihara? It was your brothers best friend, someone who was also in the Port Mafia. It seemed like he hadn't gone partying with your brother though, per usual...

"Hey, what the hell are you doing!?"

The red head scoffed, narrowing his eyes at you