The music thumped around me, drowning out the chaos of the tavern as I walked through the drunken pack members into the VIP area.
''Tyson get up,'' I said angrily, and I walked into the tavern with two guards. My brother was lying half off one of the benches in the private booth, a drink spilled on the table, while several half-naked women danced for him, ''All of you get out!''
There was no response from my brother, as the women quickly pulled on their clothing and rushed out.
I growled angrily, and walked towards the booth and shook him roughly. ''TY, GET UP!''
Tyson's eyes shot open, but when he saw me, he shoved me away, ''F*ck off.'' Tyson snarled at me. ''I'm drinking!''
''Get him up,'' My brother ordered, and the guards went over and lifted him up, causing gold coins to fall f
