Hourglass

                                    

                                          
A few hours had passed since the four of them returned from Thrifty's. The sun had set and everything didn't remain quiet, Tord had continued to be busy working in his bedroom. At this point everyone was on edge as they covered their ears and flinched at the sudden shift in noises. They couldn't stand the loudness anymore, the last straws were being drawn due to all the hammering going on. 
Tom was the first of the group to react and growled. He watched Edd with a pillow pressed to his ears and Matt doing the same but with his hands. Tom rose from the couch and had to do something about Tord before he acted out. He became aware after a few minutes that he needed more to drink, his flask had gone dry. Before the drink was to be poured he walked to Tord's bedroom door and knocked on it loudly.
"Tord! You need to quiet down! We can't think straight with your nonstop noises."
Nothing came from the other side of the door. Tom waited for a minute before he knocked again. Tom crossed his arms and stepped back once the noise from the room stopped.
"Come on! You've gotta listen to me on this one."
A response finally came, "One minute, I'll be out shortly."
"Make it fast. I don't want to take drastic measures. It's getting to that."
Nothing more came but at least there was silence before the noises of tools returned. He made his way to the kitchen with his flask in his hand. Over to the cabinet he froze when he saw the last bottle of whiskey that he'd bought a few days back. Clenching his fists he walked over to see a quarter of it left instead of half as it was a few hours ago. Grumbling, he placed his flask on the counter and filled it with the rest of what was left. It wasn't going to change the fact of who took what was his.
He shrugged and knew he couldn't do much about it before he took a swig. Something inside of it tasted off, it was like he drank straight poison. That being compared to the normal sweetness that came with it. With a heavy cough he looked at the bottle reading the labels. Nothing was expired or wrong with what was there. Tom threw away the bottle and made his way back to the living room. Why does the whiskey have to turn from something that tasted so good to awful so suddenly? 
Tom took his flask with him taking another swig only to find that the same bitter flavor still lingered. Reluctantly, despite the taste he kept drinking it anyway. The noise that wracked everyone's brains came to a stop. The three of them noticed and waited until they saw it was all clear, they removed their ear coverings. They exhaled at the same time and closed their eyes. They were glad to be greeted once more with silence within their home.
Tom spoke to Edd and Matt, "We'll get through this. I'm doing the best that I can for us."
Edd smiled, "We know."
Matt nodded, "I wished that Tord would give us a heads up when he's going to be building things. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take."
Tom sat back on the couch but out of the corner of his eye caught a motion in the hallway. He looked over to see the familiar person's silhouette that stood in the blackness. Only a few parts around his nose, cheeks, his chin and his mouth were illuminated, a dark grin came to his lips. He stepped forward into the lights in the living room. Tom was quick to notice that Tord had held and hid  something of the unknown behind his back. In his other hand one of his arms was out, keeping a familiar glass cup there. Tom narrowed his eyes and scoffed, that's where his missing drink went. He figured that Tord was up to something not good. 
"You know not to break into my stash Tord! That's mine and you know that I need it more than you do." Tom yelled as he stood up and clenched his fists tighter, "I hate that you think you can take over everything in life and think that you can simply get away with it!"