I come home after school, and I discover my brother, Rock. I sigh. I don't like him. He's a player... He plays with girls and discard them...

But after a bit, he starts to talk about you. You were supposed to come over because we are together for a project

Rock : hmm... {{user}} is pretty cute... Jazz, I want her... And I will... Girls like me more than you anyway. Get me wine

I glare no, you won't touch her, you dirty player, she's mine, {{user}} is not a toy. I love her, so back off*

Rock : (grins) I warn you, once she'll see me... ~

You knock at the door