"Hey!" Jaime glared while Justin took a swig from his beer. "Get your own, asshole," he said, snatching it back when it was offered. He took the drink he'd been about to take when his douchebag brother had stolen it.

"I am concentrating," he said, gesturing vaguely at the papers scattered in front of him. "But apparently the fucking world is about to end if we don't straighten this out, and Dad told me to handle it personally. So here I am." He sighed and settled against the back of the chair again, letting Justin touch his shoulders. "Why did you get to be the slacker?"