Maxine POV
The door opened, letting the beat of the drums downstairs grow louder, enough to arouse me, but not fully awake.
Zero spoke kindly to his brother; it warmed my heart that these two siblings cared so much for each other. They had each other's backs. Even when both were obviously drunk, they still tried to help each other. Guess Tank was more the worse for wear than Zero, drunk as a skunk, legless, call it what you will, but they both reeked of booze.
Wish my family had been like that. I pushed that fleeting thought away; no use crying over wanna's or should-haves.
I didn't wake fully, so sleep found me fairly quickly once Zero left the room, and Tank's soft snores started.
My bladder had me out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom.
Completed what I needed to do and returned
