And there it was. Scout groaned, hands over his face, as his eldest brother joined him in the front room. Why Boo and Gem couldn't show up on time, he didn't know, but fuck them for it. Normally, he would have been the one rolling in at one when mealtime was set for noon and everyone else had come around at nine or ten, but for whatever reason, today he decided he could get up and help his mother. Honestly, he'd figured he'd be alone.
But, no. Of course not. Ian was always there to ruin things. How could he have forgotten?
The youngest Collins eyed the other man, obviously irritated. So he had to be with Ian and Ian had to be chipper - as chipper as he was capable of being. What had he done to deserve his karmic revenge?
"I wanted to get a head-start on my drinking," he replied flatly, throwing himself onto the couch, his legs extending well over the arm of the poor old thing. He smiled unhappily at his brother. "Wanna do some shots?"