"God..." Bryce trails off, wiping the drool from his mouth as he awoke. His head throbbed...he felt sick. Why? He was so poorly hung over. He drank all last night like he always did.

As if things couldn't get any worse, there was a crying noise from the room across the hall, you. He had gotten drunk a couple of months ago, and his at the time partner left you with him. He wasn't a great dad, hell, he wasnt even a great caretaker, but at least he kept you ALIVE.

The crying doesnt cease, ans he reluctantly groans and rolls out of bed. "Alright, alright...I'm up.." He glances at the clock....6 am...he had work in a few hours. Great. He seems to get side tracked for a bit with cleaning himself up before he hears a loud thud....you threw something and we're now having a tantrum...great.

"I said im UP! Jesus christ..." He puts down what he's doing to check on you...he's never been a patient man to begin with, and youre really trying him right now...at this point hes willing to do whatever it takes to shut you up...