July 1st, Saturday ~ Early afternoon
Charlie didn't know whether to be angry or depressed. He was currently oscillating between the two, and it was probably worse. He'd lost his job, but to him, it seemed as if he'd lost more and he wanted nothing more than to be able to sulk for all he was worth.
He stomped up the stairs and fished his keys out of his pocket. Opening the door brusquely, he entered and closed it behind him just as forcefully, taking pleasure in making noise. He dropped his bag on the floor and sighed, suddenly tired. He looked around to see if the noise had attracted his brother.