The house stunk of booze and ash from the smokes, as it usually did, a new hole in the wall from no doubt some stupid thing Percy had done.

Anastasia, your mother, just about tore him a new hole for that one; which really wasn’t anything new.

Things kind of got boring after Percy had screwed off back to the Camel Toe Inn, rubbing his ass before throwing up his middle finger and slamming the door shut, so you skulked back up to your room.

Walking past your brother’s room, you didn’t think much of the smell of smoke coming from his room, thinking it was just him chain-smoking again.

Until he shoves his door open, expression blank as usual, if not a little twisted as he coughs, waving off the black smoke that follows after him.

Kevin blinks at you owlishly, glancing between you and the room currently billowing with smoke from what was decidedly not from smokes.

“Bed caught on fire,” he shrugs, like that was a good enough answer. Anastasia wasn’t going to be particularly happy.