Charlie

"Charlie?!" Ashley half yells, half whispers, her voice cracking. "What the fuck is she doing here?!"

"Dropping off money," Ethan shrugs. "I helped her move som-"

The doorbell rings again, cutting off Ethan's thought. Ashley pulls herself up off the couch, crab walking awkwardly towards the front door. At first Ethan isn't sure what she's doing until she grabs her shoes.

Ethan pops up, moving towards the door. "One second!" He calls out for Charlie's benefit as she rings the doorbell a third time. Whispering, he turns his attention to the crouching sister inside the house. "Back door?"

Ashley shakes her head, then motions towards her attire. She can't run home in a borrowed T-shirt and boxers. Instead, Ashley makes for the stairs, carefully climbing them while whispering. "She'll want to come in!"

"I don-"

"Ethan, she's going to come in! Just act natural and-" Reaching the top of the stairs, Ashley starts slipping around the corner. "Open the door!"

The bell rings again.

Watching Ashley slip from sight, Ethan takes a deep breath and makes for the door.