Matt was lying on his bed. He was staring up at the ceiling. He had finished off the Grey Goose and was now working on the Jack Daniels that was stashed in his room.
She can't be here. She hates this place. She hates us, thought Matt.
There was a knock at the door. Matt considered telling them to fuck off, but decided against it. He sat up and walked over towards the door. He unlocked his bedroom door and opened it. Staring him in the face was a very inebriated little sister. She had a bottle of Irish in her hands. Matt almost shut the door again, but she had stepped through it and walked into the room. Matt closed the door and turned and looked at her.
"I came by to say bye," said Skylar still looking around the room.
"How, um, how long you going to be gone this time?" asked Matt.
Skylar turned around and smiled at him, "Until tomorrow morning.
"What?" asked Matt.
"I'm going back to the motel I'm staying in. Then I get to move all my crap into dad's place until I find somewhere to live," said Skylar.
"Uh, what?" said Matt slightly confused.
"I'm moving back home, Mattie," said Skylar. "You can't get rid of me that easy anymore."
"I could try," chuckled Matt.
"Do you want me gone?" asked Skylar frowning slightly.
"NO!" shouted Matt. "I, uh, I mean, no."
Skylar giggled as she turned up the bottle to finish drinking the rest of the Irish.
"How much have you have to drink?" asked Matt taking the empty bottle from her.
"Um, a bottle of GG, and Jeff and I share two bottles of Irish," she said smiling.
"You, my dear sister, are wasted," said Matt. "You aren't going anywhere."
"I'm not driving. I don't even have a car. I have to call a fucking taxi to haul my shit to dad's place," slurred Skylar.
Matt shook his head, "Have you called them yet?"
"No," said Skylar
"Good. You can sleep it off here," said Matt.
"How is it that you can stand there and not be effected by all the alcohol you've ingested. I have a higher tolerance for it than you do," said Skylar swaying slightly.
"I know when to control it," said Matt.
"Let loose, Mattie. For me," said Skylar. "Let's have some fun, like the old days."
"No," said Matt.
"Please, Mattie. I miss the old days," said Skylar walking up to her oldest brother. "Just once more. For old times sake?"
"No, those days are long gone," said Matt.
"Fine. I will see you when I see you," said Skylar walking towards Matt's bedroom door.
Skylar, who was barefoot, stumbled as she reached for the door handle. Matt walked up behind her and closed the door. He picked her up and carried her over to his bed. He sat her down on the right side of the bed and pulled her jacket off.
"You are going to stay the night. Even if I have to keep you in here," said Matt going to pull her skirt off her.
Skylar huffed as Matt laid her in the bed. He picked up the bottles and walked towards the door.
"Your ass stays put. Understand?" said Matt.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said rolling away from him.
Matt shook his head and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He walked down the stairs and tossed the empty bottles in the trash and placing the JD bottle on the counter. Jeff was tossing a bottle of GG into the trash and was leaning on the counter. Everyone else was either passed out or had left with their sober significant others or called cabs.
"What's wrong?" asked Matt walking over to Jeff.
"I'm one sick fuck," said Jeff.
"What?" asked Matt slightly confused.
Jeff didn't answer him but walked down the hall away from anyone who might still be awake. Matt followed his brother down the hall. Jeff finally turned and face Matt.
"Why are you a sick fuck?" asked Matt.
"I screwed Sky," said Jeff. "We were both completely wasted and it just…
"Happened?" asked Matt.
Jeff hung his head, he was waiting for Matt to freak out and call him a sick bastard and to get the hell outta his house. After a minute Jeff looked up to see Matt's retreating figure disappear around the corner.
Matt made his way back up the stairs. He reached his room and walked in. Skylar was still lying in the bed. Matt closed and locked the door behind him. He walked over to the bed and sat down. He leaned over and rolled Skylar over so she was facing him.
"For old times sake?" asked Matt. "You're twisted, you know that."
"What?" asked Skylar.
"Jeff?" said Matt raising his eyebrow.
Skylar smiled slightly before she answered, "Don't judge. It used to be you."
"That's different. Jeff is closer to your age," said Matt.
"Three years versus six years. Maybe I should sleep with someone who is my age. Aint that Moore friend of yours a year older than me, he should be perfect," said Skylar.
"Like hell. That's all we need is someone to figure all that out," said Matt.
"It's either someone you know, or a stranger that picks me up in the bar," said Skylar.
"I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson, aren't I?" said Matt looking down at Skylar.
"Yes, yes you are," smirked Skylar.
Matt stood up and took his shirt off. Skylar sat up in bed and removed the rest of her clothes. Matt turned off the light before he climbed back in the bed.