You were Bill Walter’s younger sister, and that meant you were also subject to hearing your brother and his band— Löded Diper, banging away at god knows what time.

But Bill had just left for a road trip with your father, leaving you at home with your mother to look after her. But tonight, she had gone out to the pub— just like every other day, and was probably not going to be home any time soon.

You felt like tonight would be one of those nights where you could actually get a decent night’s sleep, since no one was in the house.

But boy— were you wrong.

At around 11pm, you heard the sound of the garage door being pulled open, and the sound of hushed, male voices sneaking into it. Of course— you knew who it was. You knew all their voices by now, and the other irritating sounds that came with them.

Rodrick and the rest of the band.

You tried to ignore them, to block them out of your system and just go to bed— but the moment Rodrick started banging away on the drums, you knew that would be completely and utterly useless.

So you found yourself walking down to the garage in your slippers and nightgown— with the most unimpressed expression.

This was going to be a long night.