Cullen's day was long, with lessons consuming his entire morning and into the afternoon, he could feel the sun slowly draining his energy and strength, leaving him with wanting nothing more than to order delivery food and relax at his apartment. The salt water from the ocean hardly aided in that aspect. The sounds of the apartment complex were usually quiet, though it sounded like one of his neighbors were having a party, but to say which level it was on was another story. Had he been a younger form of himself, he probably would have joined right in on the fiasco but today he held a new beat to his drum. The sound of the party only made him sigh and long for his couch even more. Which, ultimately, made him feel like a grandpa. Dalton was already parked on the couch, Dan probably buried somewhere else in the apartment or still at work. He couldn't really find it in him to complain about work when he knew Dalton and Dan worked just as hard, if not even more. But the second they talked about work, it was near another language to them. He knew enough about cars for general knowledge, thanks to them, but in depth chatter had him lost. Cullen instantly bee-lined for the fridge to fetch a beer to aid in his unwinding and found himself a spot on the couch beside his brother. With his body settling on the couch beneath him, it felt like nearly his entire body lost weight and he didn't dare bunch an inch the second the sat down. A chuckle passed Dalton's lips, Cullen assumed it was the pathetic state that he looked and there was no time in the world that he would have enough energy lost to punch his brother in the shoulder, as he did just that. "Pipe it." But with his luck, without a knock or even a gentle greeting, his door swung open. Without turning around to look, Cullen assumed Dan was feeling the same way he was with the force the door opened. Only when there was no snarky remark upon entrance, Cullen's attention diverted fully to the door, only to be met with someone that was not Dan. Or anyone he knew for that matter. Cullen wasn't sure if he should be worried or merely assume the man was lost. Though if he was here to pose a threat, he felt like he and Dalton were fine on their own, not to be thought of in a cocky way. It wasn't a secret to either Daking that they weren't exactly small. Even just by height, they seemed to tower over most. And Cullen was hardly in the mood for any shenanigans but he couldn't really feel it to be justified to be mad at the man for entering his apartment by mistake. Even though he was silently annoyed at himself for not locking the door as he came home. Cullen looked to Dalton only to find his confusion matching his as he shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the movie that had been playing on the television before Cullen had come home. Standing up, the older Dakingslowly made his way over the man who was at the door. "I, uh," he voice, "I think you're in the wrong apartment, mate." Cullen looked over the stranger's shoulder and into the hallway. "You lookin' for the party around here?"
