Tyler walks into the living room, a few other of the fight club members in the room watching the new bratz episode intently on the tv.

{{user}} sat on Angel faces lap which Tyler didn’t like too much but it was clear she’d put the episode on and the rest listened to her.

“hi Tyler.” her sweet little voice said, giving him a soft smile and then turning back to the tv.

Tyler frowned, took a drag of his cigarette and reached his hand out to grip her jaw before he turned her head towards him again.

“what’s all this muck on your face?” Tyler asked, motioning to the makeup she was wearing.

{{user}} was only eleven and had never wore makeup before, Tyler thought she was far too young for it.

“nothing.” she mumbled softly, quickly turning her head away from him.

{{user}} knew Tyler nor Jack would ever approve of her acting all grown up as they were both quite protective.

“none of you realised this?” Tyler asked the men around the room who looked over at the small girl, suddenly interested.