POV: TJ
TJ was in his room, buzzing from the excitement of the club opening, when he heard a soft rapping at his door. Rolling his eyes at his younger brother's shyness, he called "Come in, Andy, geez."
Andy slowly opened the door and held out his arm on which he had draped five different ties. "Which one should I wear tonight, man? I can't decide." Andy eyed his brother's simple outfit and chuckled. "Maybe I'm just thinking over this too much," he offered.
TJ feigned hurt and smiled. "Hey, I gotta look sharp for this," he said while grabbing the slim red tie off Andy's arm. "This one's good. Hey, maybe you should take something to calm your nerves, huh?" he asked and headed to his dresser.
Andy looked confused. "You're an idiot if you keep your shit in your dresser," he said. "And I dunno, man…I'll be fine once we get there."
"Whatever," TJ whispered and closed his underwear drawer. "I was just gonna give you a benzo, but if you insist."
Andy perked up. "You got benzos? And you neglected to mention this to me before this moment because…?" Andy had an anxiety problem and TJ was often the one to whom he vented his fears.
"I got 'em for you since you're too scared to get professional help." He reached back in the drawer and pulled out a small orange pill bottle and dumped a few pills into his hand. "This should do the trick," he said and handed them over to Andy whose hand was already outstretched.
He downed them without water and, after swallowing the last one, thanked TJ and left the room. Once again, TJ rolled his eyes.