Who: Charlie and Siubhan What: Hanging around the pack house When: Thursday night Where: Colorado house Status: In progress Even though there was jello wrestling at the Rowdy, Charlie was sitting at home. It was his night off and he didn't feel like doing a damn thing. The living room was all but empty as he lay alone on the couch, lights off, nothing on but boxers and socks. One arm was propping up his head while the other held the remote, idly flipping channels. There was nothing on tv that he wanted to watch, or so he assumed, not spending enough time on one channel to find out either way.
As far as he knew, there was no one else around. Many of his packmates had been spending an increasing amount of time with the other packs, either to spend time with their significant others, to help with the search for Bren or Rush, or work. There may have been other reasons, but that was usually the point at which Charlie stopped paying attention. Even if someone else was in the house, it didn't bother him if they found him in his current position. If there was one thing Charlie loved, it was showing off his body.
He heard footsteps but didn't move his eyes from the television he was barely watching. "Yo," he said by way of simple greeting, deciding it worked well enough for whoever was coming.