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[sub][color=aquamarine]LOCATION[/color] — [color=aquamarine]Horton Household[/color]
[color=aquamarine]INTERACTING WITH[/color] — [color=aquamarine]Grant, Messaging all Horton Siblings [@spooner] [@SpicyMeatball][/color][/sub][/center][hr]

Humming to himself, Lorenzo danced his way through the halls to the beat of his own song. There was that feeling again, the call of the song, the urge to let go and do nothing but dance and drink until the sun came out. For many years, Lorenzo considered himself a creature of the night, coming alive only when the moon hung in the sky. Admittedly the club scene hadn't quite gotten old just yet, though he did prefer the end where he would take a lovely lady home, but right now he just wanted to go have a good time.

After picking up Jess, Lorenzo had chosen to loiter around the house. And by loiter it meant emptying the cupboards of anything that had chocolate in it, raiding the fridge, lounging on the couch, and loudly complaining. He tried not to annoy his sister too much (as he figured getting hurt was tough as it is) but the boredom started to seep. After hours of nothing, finally the night had come, and he was alive.

Bursting into Grant's room without hesitation, Lorenzo strode in and threw himself onto Grant's bed. "[color=aquamarine]I'm bored![/color]" He whined, letting himself sink into the comforter. At the lack of response, he propped himself onto his elbows, only just then noticing Grant with his head in his arms. "[color=aquamarine]Oi, wake up![/color]" He called, lobbing a pillow at the napping figure.

Jolting awake, Grant rubbed his head, confused as the sleepiness clung to him. "[color=darkorchid]What?[/color]" Grant mumbled, pushing himself away from his desk. "[color=darkorchid]What time is it?[/color]"

"[color=aquamarine]Time to get dressed and go,[/color]" He grinned, watching Grant stretch.

"[color=darkorchid]Go? Yeah, go to bed,[/color]" Grant let out a groan as he dropped his arms. 

"[color=aquamarine]No! Go out! To party![/color]" Lorenzo rolled off the bed and onto his feet. "[color=aquamarine]The night is young and so are we![/color]"

Wrinkling his nose, Grant seemed abhorrent to the idea. "[color=darkorchid]So you can ditch me once you get someone to grind on? No thanks,[/color]" He declined.

"[color=aquamarine]That happened [I]once[/I].[/color]"

"[color=darkorchid]That happens [I]every time[/I],[/color]" Grant corrected him. "[color=darkorchid]Remember Memorial Day? With that new coworker you got?[/color]"

Lorenzo definitely remembered Miss Booty. "[color=aquamarine]She was coming onto me, was I supposed to decline?[/color]" He asked, offended.

"[color=darkorchid]And St. Patrick's Day?[/color]"

"[color=aquamarine]It was the luck of the Irish![/color]"

"[color=darkorchid]How about my graduation?[/color]"

"[color=aquamarine]I was talking to her for you![/color]"

"[color=darkorchid]By making out with her?[/color]"

Oh yeah, he had forgotten about that. "[color=aquamarine]Come on, we haven't hung out in a while,[/color]" Lorenzo frowned at Grant as his younger brother would begin to organize the mess of papers he had at his desk. "[color=aquamarine]You could use the break, you've been working nonstop![/color]"

Lorenzo's observation seemed to have hit the mark as he saw Grant hesitate for a moment, though he returned to his papers. He wasn't quite saying no just yet, though he seemed to be contemplating things. Giving him his space, Lorenzo sat down on Grant's bed and simply watched him. Grant was [I]very[/I] organized, to the point that he was convinced the guy had OCD and just didn't know it; his room was so spotless it looked more like a showroom than someone's living quarters. Grant didn't even have to look where he was going, his eyes on his work as he walked around putting everything away.

Finally, he came to a halt in front of Lorenzo, who perked up upon seeing him. "[color=darkorchid]I'm serious about my job,[/color]" Grant said, crossing his arms.

"[color=aquamarine]There's nothing wrong with that, but you need to let loose before you wind yourself up too much,[/color]" Lorenzo replied. "[color=aquamarine]We can see if the rest of the clan wants to come along![/color]"

Rolling his eyes, Grant shrugged in defeat. "[color=darkorchid]Fine, whatever,[/color]" He gave in as Lorenzo cheered, immediately whipping out his phone.

"[color=aquamarine]Time--To--Party--Who--Is--In--?![/color]" Lorenzo said out loud as his fingers mashed the buttons, quickly sending out the message before looking back up at Grant with a stupid grin on his face.