"Ugh...Liv...who did you eat THIS time?" Clive walks in on a very strange scene in the morgue. Oneshot.
"I CAME IN LIKE A -"
BANG!
Clive blinked...
...And blinked again.
"What the -"
So here's a picture:
A morgue. A gruesome, dank room where pasty medical examiners with morbid personalities tended to flock. Generally not the place that you would find a half-naked girl swinging from the hanging morgue lights, right?
Well.
"Don't ask," Ravi groaned, clutching his skull as he rubbed furiously at his temples. He was sitting as far as possible from the chaos. "Don't even ask. I have no explanation for this."
"Uhhhh...okay. I was just coming to ask if you two had any leads on the Jane Doe..."
The mortician coughed. "No names yet. We have figured out one thing, though..."
"What's that?" Clive raised his eyebrow as Liv broke into a chorus of "Party in the USA."
"She's a huge fan of Miley Cyrus."
Clive nodded weakly. "I see." He didn't see. He didn't see at all.
"HANDS UP, THEY'RE PLAYING MY SONG -"
"You should probably just leave. We're working through some issues. You wouldn't understand."
"BUTTERFLIES FLY AWAY!"
That was Clive's cue. He backpedaled from the room quickly -
As he left, he could hear Ravi calling to his morguemate in a desperate tone:
"LIV! No! The ceiling fixture is NOT a wrecking ball!"
Oh well. What happened in the morgue stayed in the morgue...for now.
IDK
-whenithitsthefan