6 years ago.
"Get up now!"
Justin felt someone kick the blanket off him. The sunlight hit his eyes unpleasantly and echoed with a dull pain in the back of his head.
"What the hell are you doing?! Do you even have brains?!"
The rumble of empty beer bottles mingled with his brother's angry growl. Just a wonderful alarm clock early in the morning! It already starts to piss off!
"Jacob, please shut up. These preachings of yours make my head split." Justin sat up in bed and rubbed his temples. How much did he drink yesterday? There was no point in counting after the seventh bottle. Making a bet with the younger Denver was a bad idea. He would win anyway.
"Shut up? ARE YOU TELLING ME TO SHUT UP?!" the brother exploded. "You know what? You must be thankful that our parents are not in the city! Did you completely lose your mind with this stupid company of yours?! You could have been shot without any trial!"
