“Yeah, duh. Remember, you have a budge? Actually, I think I gave you’re a bruise, not a badge. But it’s basically the same thing,” she began to say as they got into the room. Charlie’s top bunk had been untouched for so long that she actually took pause when she saw it cleared off. “Woah,” she said, raising a brow. “You’re like a human rumba. What does it take for you to do the rest of the room?” she asked, going into her closet and grabbing a set of (surprisingly) clean sheets and a pillow that wasn’t so flattened. “Cal, you can give Ben something to sleep in, right? Because if he goes au natural, I’m sleeping in your bed, and possibly burning the sheets,” Charlotte informed the seer, tossing the clean linens onto the top bunk and starting to pull of the musty ones. They were so old that they were actually Disney Princess themes, the lavender dulled over years, and Cinderella looking almost identical to Sleeping Beauty.
It took only a few moments for Charlie to do one hostess like thing, the dusty, mangled, old sheets left on the floor for her to pile more things on the next day. Charlie grabbed the bottle of bubbly and took a healthy swig, hanging it over to her baby brother. “I promise it doesn’t bite. Besides, we’re not going to get drunk. It’s a tradition, champagne and New Years. Like bad life choices and Cancun in the summer.”