Rebellious teenagers don’t get coffee

‘Who’s dead?’ A tinny voice sounded through the phone speaker, ‘it’s five in the fucking morning so someone better be dead.’
‘Jason,’ Dick glared at Tim as if daring him to speak. The younger boy shrunk into himself instinctively.
'Why don’t you tell your hungover little brother about the dangers of hard drugs?’
The other side of the call fell silent and then-
‘Ten minutes.’
The line went dead.
Or: Tim throws a party. Dick's not impressed. Jason just wishes that he wasn't the only person in this family with a functioning brain cell (all drug use is by side characters only).