#grillbro

“But Grillbyyyyy!” Chill whined, “I wanna gooooo!!”

“I said no,” Grillby replied, not pausing his cooking. “You’re going to get drunk and make a mess of things, as usual.”

“Come onnnnn! It’s a game! Everyone’s gonna be there!!”

“Everyone who?”

“I don’t know! A bunch of people! It’s supposed to be really fun!!”

“And?” Grillby moved over to the chopping board to work on his next set of ingredients. “We have work tonight. You can’t go.”

Chill let out a frustrated noise and leaned against Grillby’s back. “You’re no fun! This is why we don't have game nights.”

“No, we don’t have game nights because you drink yourself into a stupor.”

“I don’t need game nights to drink myself into a stupor.”

“True, but you do it outside of work.”

“Technically, I’ll be outside of work when I go.”

Grillby didn’t really have a reply to that. He had finished his work and needed his brother to get off his back. “If I let you go, do you promise not to come back too drunk to talk?”

“Yes!!” Chill immediately stood back up, voice full of excitement, “I promise!!”

“Fine,” he sighed, “but if you come back drunk, I won’t let you go again.”

“Yes!! Thanks, bro!!” Chill ran out of the kitchen before he finished talking. Grillby sighed and shook his head. He knew his brother, and Chill was bound to come back very drunk at the least.

Or have a one night stand and come home hungover.

GS: Today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

CB: What

GS: Think about it

CB: No. Now go back to work.

GS: You’re boring.

CB: I’m WORKING!!

GS: Fine. I’ll send it to someone else!

-x-x-x-

GS: Today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

**TB has blocked GS**

GS: RUDE!

-x-x-x-x

GS: Today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

GB: That’s very interesting.

GB: Text while working again and I’ll confiscate your phone.