LoK: Lifestyle

LoK: Lifestyle

by Odeena Sabnach

~ Chapter 14: Where Melly, Zephonia, Turelia and Ramona get in BIG trouble ~

// Note from my conscience: Due to the fact that this fic is rated PG-13 and that kiddies might read it, certain parts of this chapter have been deliberately omitted to avoid any possible brain damage to the readers. Thank you for your understanding.

// And now, back to our story. After Kain finishes his number...

Raziel: *peeks from under the table* Is it over yet?

Turel: Erm... yeah, it's over... you can come out now.

Raziel: Finally... *nudges Melchiah, who had also been hiding under the table* Come on.

Melchiah: *shudders* The horror! Oh, the horror! I can't bear with it any more! Make it stop! Make it stop!!

Raziel: *sigh* It's over, Melchiah.

Melchiah: ...it is?

Raziel: *rolls eyes* Yes, it is. Come on.

Melchiah: Thank God...

Zephon: *blankly* Wooooow... *drool*

Raziel: Listen, Turel...

Turel: Turelia!

Raziel: ...whatever, I think that Zephon and Melchiah suffered enough brain damage for one night, and you got to see dad's act like you wanted to...

Turel: Actually, that was only the first part.

Raziel: Who cares? Let's go home already, before we get in some serious trouble!

Melchiah: Uh-oh. I think we're in trouble already.

Raziel: *arches an eyebrow*...Whaddaya mean?

Melchiah: *points behind them* Look there. See that woman in the purple outfit? The one that's dancing in front of the stage?

Zephon: *drool* Yeah... pretty woman...

Melchiah: That's mum.

// Silence

Turel: ... this can't be good.

Raziel: I'll say.

Melchiah: *pathetically* I'm sorry! I never wanted to come! It was their idea! They made me do it!

Raziel: Never mind, he's... *cough* I mean, *in a girlish voice*, never mind, she's had way too much beer. You know...

Raziel: *elbows Zephon* Quit it! *to Umah* Err, of course they shouldn't... actually... err... *telepathically* Guys, help me!

Umah: Well, I bought it from an Armani shop two days ago. My husband doesn't know about it yet, but I don't think he'll mind when I tell him that I used his credit card to buy it.

Umah: Say, that's a really pretty dress. Come to think about it... I have one that looks just the same! Where did you get it from?

Umah: Really? Me too! And what a pretty lipstick you have! You bought it from Avon, right?

Raziel: Umm... yes? *to himself* What the hell is Avon? *loudly* Uh, excuse me, but it's really late, so we'll be on our way...

Umah: Leaving so soon? Come on, the fun hasn't even started yet! Besides, you girls are so pretty! You know... you kinda remind me of my kids, come to think about it.

Umah: Yeah, you do! I have six boys about your age, only they're far les prettier than you are, and they have horrible tastes and even more horrible manners.

Raziel: *fumes* First of all, we are NOT kids, we're teenagers. Second, we're by far prettier than--

Turel: Well, he's... erm, I mean, she's drunk. Just like the rest of us. So we really have to go home.

Umah: Come on, I really want to take you home! And I'd love it if you girls would some day meet my boys! Maybe you can talk some sense into them!

Umah: Such nice girls... *notices a scarf on the table* Hey wait, you forgot your--what's this? *reads* Property of Umah... *screams* Thieves! Those girls are thieves! Stop them! *darts after them*

Raziel: Oh no! You and your bright ideas! Now we're definitely going to get in trouble!

// ...And in a flash of light, the four 'girls' disappear, leaving a very confused Umah behind. However...