Charlie stayed in the door frame, watching his twin stalk about with a twisted frown on his face. He'd come because she was heading out of the country for three weeks and was not going to deal with her if that's what she was going to be like.
"If you're going to be stomping around and getting smart then I'm leaving," he said, his sunglasses sliding down his nose for a second before he pushed them back up. "No reason why I have to subject myself to one of your tantrums."
Honestly, he wasn't doing anything that 90% of the blokes in the league haven't done in their careers. He was just the latest flavor of the week for the Tattler, and he'd make his dues and then they'd move on to the next one. And who was he to really deny that he was getting so much action? Honestly, he was human, it wasn't really a girl every night, and though it was a good amount Charlie had heard worse. Maybe he just needed to be quieter about it.
"Are you done?" He leaned against the frame, crossing his arms. "Can I come in without getting my head bit off?"
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