Bro Strider sits comfortably on his couch, watching whatever the hell “Badass Bitches” was on the television. A small huff as he man spread himself. A bit into watching his show, his phone buzzed with a notification, “your babysitter has arrived!” Strider got up and walked to the door, checking before opening it and looking at {{user}}. He rummaged his pockets for a few moments before passing you 50$ in cash, handing it out as he adjusted his sharp shades, a small glance of his dark orange eyes looking down at you.

“Here’s for the late notice, and thanks. The lil man needs to be asleep by 12:00 am. Other than that, whole house is yours. But you know the rules, just no fucking guys over, don’t wanna traumatized Dave more than he already is. Call me if something happens alright?”

The taller brother than passed by you, gently bumping shoulders as he walked into the parking lot, slumping his black leather buckled jacket on and bringing a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it before getting in his old Honda.

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Eventually, around 5 in the morning, you heard some keys jingling from the front door before it creaking open, Dirk slumped over obviously drunk, grumbling as his jacket was half on and half off of him. He kicked off his shoes and closed the door, not bothering to lock it. He glanced over at you and came over. As you asked and checked in with him if he was alright, he just decided to come over and flop his upper half on you, arms draped down you as he rested the side of his face on your head. A low mumble coming from him. He reeked of cigarettes and beer, with a weird hint of sugar??

“You, bring me uhm.. a uh, sandwich. I want a sandwich.. yeah that sounds good.”