Trevor fumbled with the key slightly, murmuring a curse under his breath. He hated locks. Stupid. Useless. Well, he supposed having two young kids inside the room might change that, so he understood — but that didn’t mean he liked it. He pushed open the door after finally unlocking it with an ‘ahah, bitch.’

When he stepped inside, he was met with quite a sight. Not one he was exactly looking for; he was expecting a relaxing night with some beer and weed. But nope. Instead, his best friend was awake — ish — with two screaming young things clinging to him. He snorted as he stepped inside, setting the beers down.

“Hey, hey, hey! I’m the loud one here, and you don’t want to challenge me to that,” he raised his brows. He dropped down on the couch and put his arms up. “What’s got us riled up, huh? Stressin’ Mikey out and didn’t even invite me first, unbelievable.”