He sniffed the air as soon as he stepped into the house and released a heavy sigh in relief. "Fuck yes, I'm starving."
Stomping through the short hallway, he disappeared into the bathroom and Collins could hear the shower running. She stirred the pot for a couple minutes before the sauce was finally cooked, then she scooped out a helping onto plates for herself and Charlie. It wasn't long after did he emerge from the bathroom, rubbing a towel against his hair to dry it off. 
They sat down across from each other and began eating, Charlie too busy shoveling food into his mouth to engage in any conversation. And Collins just let him eat because she knew that he was probably just ingesting all of the calories he'd lost that day and she didn't want to interrupt him anyways. Although, that night, it appeared that Charlie wasn't eating so fast because his stomach had been growling for the past four hours, however it was part of the reason. The actual reason why Charlie was practically inhaling his food was because he had somewhere to be— or to be more specific, they had somewhere to be. 
"There's a kegger down at the Boneyard tonight, and we're going." 
Collins stopped mid-chew to look at her brother with a dubious gaze from across the table. The words 'kegger' and 'we' meaning Charlie and her, did not sound right together. Now with Charlie, it did make sense because he and his buddy, Ricky, liked to "chaperone" a lot of the high school parties (most of which were hosted by none other than Ricky's cousin, JJ Maybank and his mighty band of Pogues) and make some money selling weed to the stoners on the island. Don't get Collins wrong, she didn't really like the fact that her brother was a shady high school drug dealer, they'd already discussed her discontent before and clearly nothing had changed. She just sort of dealt with it because she couldn't stop him from smoking a joint himself and all of their supply came from a trustworthy source, which was verified by their rave reviews. The extra income didn't hurt either. 
But that sort of thing was what Charlie was into, and Collins never really had an interest in getting involved with it. She figured that since she didn't even like the smell of marijuana there was no way that she'd like smoking it. And as for alcohol, there was no fascination with that either, especially when someone had to stay sober and remind Charlie to not try and drive himself before he crashed into a tree. Call her boring, but Collins didn't feel like she was really missing out on all that much anyways. 
Except when she was missing out on the entire party all together by never going with Charlie, resulting in a severe deprivation of socializing with people her own age. And she wondered why she had no friends...
No point in starting now. "Look, Charlie, I know you're just trying to get me to have fun and all that, but seriously, I'm fine staying home."
Casting her a blank look, Charlie slumped in his chair due to his sister's complete and utter lack of desire to do anything that didn't involve a book or not breaking the rules. He supposed that it was just his incredible job of raising her that he should really blame, but in all seriousness, he had no clue how his misbehavior hadn't rubbed off on her at least a little bit. 
"Come on, Collins. It's the first party of the season. There'll be Pogues, Tourons, unfortunately some Kooks, but that just goes to show how diverse this crowd will be. It'll be a total cash cow for Ricky and I."
"Then it sounds like you're in for a busy night. I, however, am going to pass. You know that's not my thing." She shook her head as she stabbed into a forkful of noodles absentmindedly. 
"Just one night!" Charlie begged. "As your older brother, it's my responsibility to make sure I push you to make one shitty decision in your life and tonight's that night. I'll be there the whole time so you have nothing to worry about. You don't even have to drink or smoke, unless you want to of course."