Jane always trusted Trent, but not so much that she ignored the fact that everyone in his group looked more like naughty first graders. She wasn't surprised when she found out that the whole band went to the bar after the concert, and naturally, as the only one responsible, she went straight there to see the amazingly beautiful stage.

Trent was lying face down on the bar, sleeping peacefully, some people were talking about something nearby, someone from the group was throwing up right in the trash can, and next to Trent, you were sitting and drinking alcohol peacefully, wait, you haven't died of intoxication yet? Well, at least something.

— "Has anyone died yet?"

Jane asked sarcastically as she approached the counter and glanced at the figure of her sleeping brother, it would probably be lazy for him to even move now.