tamingthemuse | #192 - Languid - Dances With Hippies

Title: Lazy Tuesday
Author: Sapphire Staliktis
Series: Dances With Hippies
Character(s): Missie Smuskiewicz, Marik Smuskiewicz, Kieri Smuskiewicz, Chaz Smuskiewicz, Ray Cantanta, Joey Mandrakis
Prompt: #192 - Languid
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 807
Genre: Humour
Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story crafted by a psychotic author. The series "Dances With Hippies" and the characters contained within are the sole property of Sapphire Staliktis (unless otherwise notes) and should not be used anywhere at anytime without permission.
Author’s Note: Just joined this community. Let's see how things pan out!
Random Quote From Within: "Okay, there's glass everywhere and one of our guests has impaled himself. I think it's time to start functioning like a human being again."

It was just an ordinary day in the Smuskiewicz house. Ordinary beside the fact that the kitchen window had just shattered for no logical reason.

"Uh oh," said a voice from outside.

"Great! This is just great!" said a different voice in an angry manner. "We've been here for all of, what, two days? How the bloody hell do you destroy a house in two days, Joey?!"

"I didn't destroy the house yet, Ray; I only destroyed the window!" the original voice snapped back. "Unless you've still got that dymanite hidden in your rucksack, it'd be bloody near impossible for me to destroy the house in two days."

"You just propelled a briefcase through the window and shattered it. That makes anything possible!"

From inside the house came a thundering of footsteps descending the staircase from the second floor. Kieri was the first to observe the damage. "Oh my Goddess!" she screamed. "The window! The window is broken! There's glass all over the goddamn...Joey, can't you be more careful?!"

Joey scowled from his position outside the house. "What makes you think it was me?!" he squeaked. "There's two of us outside. It easily could have been Ray!"

"What do you take me for? An idiot?!" Kieri snorted.

Chaz was the next to see the damage. A low-whistle emitted from his mouth. "Just wait until my parents see this..." he said with a smile, the sunlight gleaming off the metal wires of his braces.

"Get that smile off your face!" snapped his older sister. "This is going to cost us hundreds of dollars to repair!"

Chaz boogie-danced off to the living room. "Mum!" he cried. "Hey, Mum! Dad! Mr. Mandrakis broke the window!"

Missie cracked her eyes open, squinting and groaning as the sunlight struck her pupils, and closing them once more. Beside her on the futon, Marik twitched slightly.

Chaz wrapped his hands around his mother's left wrist and tugged. "C'mon, Mum!" he pleaded. "There's glass everywhere! You won't be able to make anymore sandwiches until someone cleans it up."

"Leave me alone..." Missie muttered, burying her face into Marik's shoulder. Chaz pulled harder, pulling Missie off the couch and pushing Marik off as well in the process. "Dammit, Chaz!"

Chaz let go of his mother's hand and let it flop into the tangled heap that his parents had become. "Those child-grabbing classes are really paying off!" he gasped.

Missie groaned once more and rolled off of her husband, shielding her head with her arms and trying to fall back asleep. Marik rubbed his back and buried his face in the carpet fibers. "Leave us alone, Chaz," he requested.

Kieri stepped into the living room to see what was going on. "It's past four; why are you guys still asleep?!" she snapped. Her father muttered something inaudible in reply. "You guys are hungover, aren't you?"

Marik looked up at his daughter. "No shit, sherlock."

"Well, go sober up so you can take care of the window!" Kieri squawked, her voice reaching a frequency that made her parents instantly grip their heads and sob quietly to themselves, their toes spasming.

"Maybe you should refrain from doing that until they feel better," Chaz suggested, he and Kieri standing curiously over their parents. "You've probably set them back another hour."

"They can get over themselves," huffed Kieri. "They're adults. They should be more responsible!"

Suddenly, there was another scream from in the kitchen, followed by a few thuds and more screeching. Joey hurried into the living room. "Uhm...can I borrow someone's car?" he asked.

"What happened to yours?" Kieri asked.

"I...err...didn't see the tree."

"And you're asking to take someone else's car out for a test-crash because...?"

Joey huffed. "Because Ray had to try to be a hero and clean up the class and stepped on a piece," he explained. "So now he insists on going to a hospital. Pussy."

"What the hell did you just call me?!" Ray screamed, hopping over to the doorway and glaring at Joey, blood streaming from his foot.

"Okay, there's glass everywhere and one of our guests has impaled himself. I think it's time to start functioning like a human being again," Kieri said to her parents.

They failed to move.

"I think you're going to have to drive," Chaz said to Kieri.

Kieri growled in frustration. "Fine!" she snapped, storming out of the room. "Joey, grab your impaled husband and stuff him in my car. I can't believe I'm missing the Tyra Banks Show marathon for this..."

"Yes, ma'am," Joey said quickly, grappling Ray and struggling to carry him out of the room.

"I'm coming too!" Chaz exclaimed, rushing after his sister and his new houseguests. "Mum and Dad are boring when they're hungover!"

Silence flooded the room, a calm settling over the house. Without moving, Missie muttered, "Joey broke our window."

"What should his punishment be?" Marik groaned.

"We'll think of something."

"Something evil?"

"Yep."

"Let's Saran Wrap his car."

"Okay."

A few minutes passed.

"Let's do it tomorrow."

"No, not even tomorrow," Marik said, rubbing his temples. "Next week?"

"Sounds good."