Really, Scout wasn't intending to get drunk on Thanksgiving. He too knew the consequences of getting shit-faced at family gatherings. There really wasn't much variety. His mother would cry and/or he and Ian would argue. The older man was touchy about it too. But whatever. - His ears perked, however, at the mention that Megan would be joining them. And into doing shots. That brightened the day's prospects considerably, though Scout said nothing in response.
Instead he yawned again and rolled over on the sofa. It smelled like home. He had spent many an hour on its lumpy old cushions, watching TV after everyone else had gone to bed, smoking in the house when his mother was out. Actually, he'd lost his virginity on it too. Scout opened his eyes and craned his neck to be able to look at his brother as he checked his watch. He snorted.
"I don't call Gem or Boo before two. I don't want them to think I'm able to get up that early. They'll start asking me to do shit for them," he said, for once not making fun of the fact that Ian was too uptight to even call their siblings by what were, for all intents and purposes, their names. He was still bitter about being too much of an asshole to keep his own nickname. "And yes, she did. Whether or not she thought it would actually happen is a different story, though."