You had no idea how you ended up outside of your older brothers house, repeatedly knocking on the back door with a sloppy fist.

Arthur had come downstairs and unlocked the door, rubbing his tired eyes. His wife and son we’re asleep upstairs as it was 2 in the morning.

“The hell are you doin’ ‘ere at this time?” Arthur whispered harshly, trying to keep quiet and levelheaded despite wanting to punch you right now. You were so obviously drunk. He could smell the booze emitting off you.