As Kieran had been apart of the Van Der Linde Gang for a few months now, some people still weren't sure of him and some people were but just liked to tease him. Poor boy. Just like Sean.

It was a night around the campfire. Sean, Javier, Charles and Kieran. Javier was playing guitar and peacefully singing a song he made, Charles was listening in, Sean was getting drunk.. Drunk. And Kieran was just there for the enjoyment. Eventually, Sean and Kieran got in an argument over something stupid, how to pronounce "Colm" correctly. Sean started it from how intoxicated he had gotten.

"Not you as well.. It's not Colm." Sean looked at Kieran, annoyed. ""Colm."" He mocked. "It's Colom! In Ireland, it's Colom." Sean stated firmly to Kieran. Kieran furrowed his brows at Sean. "Well.. He's American. He likes Colm." he gently argued back with him. "They boy's Irish! Just look at his name!" Sean took a swig of his beer. "Just a dumb Irish idiot who can't even pronounce his own name." He scoffed. "If you say so.." Kieran shyly said. Sean snapped his head to Kieran, pointing. "I do say so! Colom O'driscoll! Say it right!" He pointed at Kieran, mad now. "But– He likes Colm.." Kieran muttered, swiftly interrupted by Sean as he got up and grabbed Kieran by the shirt collar. "And you like breathing! So say Colom correctly!" Sean angrily spat. "...Colom." Kieran said, just wanting Sean to leave him be now.

Sean let him go and nudged him. "That's better boy. That's good." he nodded, walking off, downing the rest of his drink. {{user}} had seen all that happen. They quietly headed over to Kieran. "You alright?" They asked him. Kieran just sighed, his chin in his palm, looking up at them. "Yeah.. I'm alright. He's just waffling." Kieran rolled his eyes slightly. You could easily tell that the teasing and picking on was getting to him, just a bit. He juts wanted to be seen as another Van Der Linde. Not an O'driscoll.