As the second shittiest human being traipsing about the planet these days, Daniel Fairfax did his best not to meddle into anything that wasn't his business. It was easily one of his only saving graces when you took a step back to observe the Black Sheep of the Fairfax family. He was a walking deal-breaker. Drugs, alcohol, unstable job, bad attitude, quick temper, manipulative behavior, lack of self control, etc. His life choices did nothing for him, much like his personality. Daniel was always accepting that he was the last person anyone needed to befriend; however, he had found a group of men willing to put up with him, and they had certainly become some of his closest confidants, if you excluded his four-legged best friend, Dodger. It was also true that Danny had never been the kind of big brother worth confiding in. He was a selfish teenager, an absolute menace to his brothers and sisters. He had lived for the drama and excitement surrounding a house with six children, and all of the pranks he could pull on even the smallest of Fairfax children.
But, now he was trying. He was trying harder than he ever had tried to do anything in his entire life. He was trying
to paint the picture that he was getting it all together. Slowly. He had repaired the relationship he'd destroyed so long ago with Meredith, for the most part, and it was his job (as a brother) to protect her to the best of his ability. He had done a fairly decent job thus far, considering the large gap in mileage that now stood between them. She was just as stubborn as her brunette older brother, though. Meredith truly had a hard time letting anything interrupt her blissful ignorance, or that fantasy land she occasionally found herself inching towards.
The tattooed boy had slipped off the bus to take a call from his sister, who was unsurprisingly in hysterics, not ten minutes after he witnessed his blonde best friend storming up and down bunk alley in amidst a screaming match with whom he could only presume was his redheaded sibling. Their relationship was turbulent on a good day, meaning there was plenty for Daniel to not meddle in, once he could wrap his head around just what the hell was going on. He was honestly too drunk for this. That one groupie at the bar handed him enough shots to drown the empire state building, and he was on a downward spiral to letting his drunken temper get the best of him. Zander had dumped Mere this time. For once she wasn't walking out on him, or cheating on him, or treating him like the dirt beneath her feet, and Daniel didn't exactly understand what prompted this uncoupling on such short notice.
Shoving his phone into the back pocket of his ripped Topman jeans, Danny leapt up the bus stairs in search of his blonde friend who appeared to be nowhere in sight. The sounds coming from the back lounge signaled that possibly the trio of band members were having a bonding experience in front of the television, and Danny was quite possibly not invited. "What the hell is going on....." He piped up upon sliding back the lounge door, eyeing the leggy Irishman brooding in front of him, "What have you done now?!" Daniel's eyes were wide, placing his hands ontop of his beanie-clad head, cleverly disguising his horrible hair day.