LoK: Lifestyle
// Although they are very reluctant about it, the six lieutenants head upstairs, grumbling all along the way...
Zephon: *muttering* Man, I can't believe it! I mean, c'mon! Like we're ten-year-olds! This is so unfair!
Rahab: Although I agree with you, I must tell you that sulking about it will hardly do you any good.
Zephon: Oh, shut up, will you? It's my right to sulk if I want to.
Rahab: Whatever you say... *shrug*
// And once inside their room, naturally, problems begin to show...
Raziel: Okay, if nobody has anything against it, I'll take this bed--
Dumah: Hold on, I was going to pick that one, too!
Raziel: Maybe, but I saw it first. Tough luck.
Dumah: No fair! I'm telling Dad!
Raziel: So, go tell him. I'm betting he'll be really happy to see you after he expressly sent us all to bed.
Dumah: Fine! But I'm still telling him in the morning!
Raziel: *shrugs* Knock yourself out.
// The other four 'kids' pick up their beds with hardly any trouble. The order is as follows: Zephon (closest to the door, so he can sneak out any time he wants), Rahab (to his utter disappointment, the only free bed turned out to be the one next to Zephon's), Turel (for no apparent reason), Raziel (closest to the window so he can sneak out as well, given he has wings and everything), Melchiah (because nobody else trusted Dumah enough to sleep next to his bed) and Dumah ('I'll still get back at Raziel for taking the bed that was rightfully mine!' - 'Hissss!')
// Finally, the 'kids' dedicate themselves to their favorite activities... in other words, Rahab is reading 'Shakespeare's Tragedies', Zephon is reading 'Playboy', Dumah is playing with Cassandra, Melchiah is looking out the window, Raziel is sulking and Turel is staring at the ceiling.
Melchiah: Hey guys, look! Vorador is sneaking out!
Zephon: *absently* Yeah... so?
Turel: Where's he going?
Melchiah: Well... um... I dunno... he's just stalking the two blondes next door.
Zephon: *suddenly interested* Blondes, you say?
Melchiah: Yep.
Zephon: Let me see! *darts to the window*
Rahab: ...obsessed...
Zephon: I am NOT obs--wow! *jaw drops*
Rahab: *sarcastically* Of course you're not.
Turel: I wonder what dad and the others are doing downstairs.
Melchiah: Well... discussing important stuff, I guess... That's what Dad said, right?
Raziel: Yeah, right. I'm betting they're watching TV and eating our popcorn.
Turel: Maybe... no, wait, dad's gotta get ready for his job, remember?
Raziel: Some job.
Turel: Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we stalk Dad, see his number and then sneak back here?
Raziel: *chokes* What...? Do you want to have nightmares for the rest of your life?
Turel: *chuckles* Actually, I've seen worse.
Raziel: Really? When?
Turel: Well... this morning, when I woke up and went to the bathroom, Vorador was in the shower...
Raziel: *shudders* Oh, man...
Turel: Yep.
Melchiah: Was he singing?
Turel: Yep.
Raziel: Really? What?
Turel: Lemme think... something about the King of the Swingers and the Jungle V.I.P.
Melchiah: *chuckles* Well, that suits him...
Raziel: Wait, that wasn't the radio?
Turel: Radio...? Umm... nope, I don't think so... why?
Raziel: *turns pale... okay, paler than usual* Oh my God...
Turel: What?
Raziel: This morning... I... he... went... oh... my... God... *clasps a hand over his mouth*
Turel: What? What's wrong?
Raziel: *runs out of the room*
Random Audience Guy #1: I have an odd feeling of deja-vu...
Random Audience Guy #2: Me too.
Melchiah: *eyebrow raised* What's with him?
Turel: Beats me. So, who's in?
Rahab: Turel, the place where Dad does 'his number', as you so elegantly put it, is probably a ladies only club, and they're most likely to have an age restriction, too. So...
Turel: Nonsense! We'll just ask Janos to magically make us some fake IDs. As for the 'Ladies only' part... well... we'll just wear a disguise, mum has tons of stuff.
Rahab: Uh-huh.
Turel: Come on! Don't you wanna see Dad in his full glory?
Rahab: Honestly? No.
Zephon: Count me in, I'll go.
Rahab: ...pervert...
Zephon: I'm not!
Melchiah: I'm coming, too!
Turel: Okay... so that makes three. I'm going to get the IDs.
Zephon: I'm going to get the clothes.
Rahab: Oh, please...
// Five minutes later...
Raziel: *comes back in the room* Guys, Dad just lef--what in the name of Darth Vader a.k.a. Anakin Skywalker or The Lord of Boo Hoo Hoo is going on here?!
Random Audience Guy #3: That was original!
Rahab: *sarcastically* Geez, what ever do you mean?
Raziel: Well... I mean, why are Melchiah, Turel and Zephon in drag, why is Dumah sitting in the middle of the room and making all those funny sounds and what's that snake doing in my bed?
Rahab: Well, the guys are planning on stalking Kain to 'see his number', Dumah is doing Yoga, and that snake is... well... I have no idea about that.
Raziel: See Dad's number?
Rahab: Yep.
Raziel: I'm coming, too. Just let me get my camera.
Turel: And the drag clothes, don't forget the drag clothes!
Raziel: ...right!
// And after the four quietly sneak out...
Zephon: Okay, Turel, we lost Dad, so... where are we going?
Turel: Quit calling me Turel, that's not a name for a girl. Call me... err... Turelia. And I shall call you Zephonia.
Melchiah: What about me?
Turel: Well... guess Melly will do.
Melchiah: *beams* Melly! Like in that 'Gone with the Wind' movie?
Turel: *rolls eyes* Well, you're gone with the wind... Anyway, just look for screaming preps, they usually mark the spot.
Zephon: *points to a bunch of screaming preps going inside a club* You mean like those?
Turel: Zephonia my girl, this is the place. C'mon.
Raziel: Wait, you sure about this?
Turel: Sure I am, Ramona. Let's go.
Raziel: Hey, hold on there! Ramona...?
Turel: Ssh!
// Surprisingly enough, the lieutenants have no problems in getting inside. Once there, they take a table and order some drinks.
// About five minutes later...
Cheesy voice: And now, for the shooting new sensation of El Diavolo, ladies and... ladies, I give you - KAIN!
// To be continued...