Breenan stared vacantly out the passenger seat window,the headlights of cars blinding her while she waited for her damned brother to come out. After waiting a good ten minutes Breenan spotted the front door opening,Grant stumbling out of the door with the Bacardi he'd brought. She watched him walk lazily all the way to the car before averting her eyes to the road while he started the car and pulled out into the traffic.
The silence was agitating Grant beyond belief. "You stoked about the party..?" Breenan merely shrugged her shoulders and scratched the side of her head. "I watch drunk people everyday..I doubt this will be any different." Her eyes drifted up to her brother's face to see him looking at the road. "Ya..but this time maybe you can drink?" Grant let a small hint of his smirk paint his face. He heard a sigh and the rest of the way there was silence.
By the time they arrived at the front of the house Grant had thought himself back into a better, more appropriate mood to party in. He could already tell the party was started and felt a bit dissapointed that he wasn't one of the first ones there...But it was always good to be fashionably late, right? Breenan was out of the car before him, stepping through the front door and dissapearing to more than likely sit on a couch while he, however, went straight to the group that had already arrived.