It took a long time to clear the house. Someone had been sick in the back yard so I sent Jake out to clear that, while I worked on the kitchen, collecting all of the empty cups and bottles. It seemed like the party had gotten a bit out of hand when Liam and I had gone to bed, and my drunken ass of a brother hadn't bothered to stop it.
"This is the reason why I stay sober," Liam stated, scrunching his face up in disgust at the vase full of urine on the windowsill in the lounge.
"You stay sober to stop people from peeing in my mom's ornaments?" I asked, laughing hysterically.
He nodded. "Surprising, but true. There's always one who can't be bothered to walk to the bathroom," he joked, making me laugh harder.
He smiled at me, making my heart melt, and Jake walked in. "Wow, did I actually hear you two laughing at something together in here? That's a first," he said, looking at what Liam was holding and flinching.
