Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27624831-20180120224630/@comment-34052734-20180328170625

Sure She grabbed her purse and walked out of her dorm.

Cam was distracted, not aware of his brother. He now had a bottle in his hand and was drunkenly harassing some girls. They didn't seem to mind.

Owen now took action, walking forward and grabbing his older brother by the collar of his shirt. "Cam, you're drunk."

"NoI'mnot...." His words were slurred. Clearly, he was, even though he didn't like the taste of alcohol.

"Get your thing's we're leaving." Owen was collected, yet again.

Cam yelled, "GettheFUCKback!" He pushed his younger brother away. "FUCKyouandyourdog."

Owen rolled his eyes. He stepped forward, cool as a cucumber, reeling before landing a hard punch to Cameron's jaw line.

Cameron was now dizzy, flailing his arms before falling over on the ground.

Owen hauled his brother up and strutted out of there as the stupid drunk party-goers either yelled at him or praised him.