Being the little sister to Dallas Winston wasn’t necessarily easy. Let’s just say his reputation followed you around aswell.

He wasn’t a bad person, per se, just didn’t grow up with enough mannerism to care now a days. Either way, you were starting to get fed up with his attitudes.

You two had shared a room at Bucks place, it wasn’t the nicest but it gave you guys a roof over your head every night so you couldn’t complain too much.

”will you clean up these stupid beer bottles?” You questioned. Picking up the empty beer bottles that sat at the side table of the bed from the previous night before.

”Come on {{user}} it ain’t a big deal.” Dallas complained taking a drag out of the cigarette as he splayed out on the one bed.

”It’s my turn for the bed tonight too.” You grumbled, pushing his leg so you could take a seat at the bottom. “What? No it’s my turn!” he sat up on bed.