"On the second day of Christmas, a groupie gave to me: Two rubber gloves, and a sweet transvestite in a pear tree."
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas-"
Frank woke up with a growl. It was only a few hours later, albeit it was daylight, and a soft, slow, Christmas Carol rang throughout the house. If he was to wake up, he was going to wake up on his own terms. He was busy on a top secret project and did NOT need to be disturbed. He threw on his robe, and stomped downstairs, intending on giving the girl a piece of his mind.
"COLUMBIA! I DEMAND YOU TO-" He stopped and gasped.
Magenta was below him, in the stage room, her eyes wide open, and mouth agape much like him. In front of them was Columbia, standing in front of a half decorated room. Tinsel and holly and wreath adorned the room. If that wasn't bad enough, she hung up these multicolored strings of light, which even Furter himself found tacky. Magenta slowly turned her head toward him, now dressed in her french maid uniform and her red hair combed. Green eyeshadow hid just behind her long, seductive eyelashes. She began to explain, worried. "I voke up because ze house didn't smell like dust and depression..." She murmured slowly. Frank glared angrily, and growled, stomping toward the groupie, who was still in her pj's.
"Frankie!" She shouted happily and ran toward him, hoping to catch hum in a hug. That was not going to happen, as he had met her halfway, his hands on his curvy hips. His feet were shoulder length apart, and a scowl was etched onto his face. He was at least a foot taller than her, and even though under his robe was a corset and a woman's thong, he knew how to be intimidating. She lowered her eyes, wincing. She played with her hands again. "D-don't you like it?" Riff Raff slowly came up behind the master, hunchback and all, to break up a fight, if there ever was one.
"No. It is hideous!" He seethed, causing her to flinch. He raised an arm and Columbia held up her arms, afraid. "I'm sorry Frankie!"
But he had pointed to the lights. "I want everything taken down now!"
Tears rose in Columbia's eyes. She had worked so damn hard on those decorations, and had used the last of her money. She really wanted to celebrate Christmas with them. Magenta, for some reason, felt pity towards the girl. A girl who can clean up a dusty, spiderweb filled house, as good as she can, deserves some credit. And besides, they had gotten quite close over the time she had been there. She stepped up. "Master, forgive my intrusion-" Frank rolled his green eyes, unamused and pissed off.
"I will not."
Riff Raff gotten quite curious at this point. Surely his beautiful sister could not be this kind to this Earthling, who was dim-witted at best and an annoyance at worst. They were quite advanced and they did not want to anger the master. He flinched thinking about that, especially after those last whipping Frank gave him. Who knew a leather belt could hurt so much?
Magenta wrapped an arm around Columbia's back, matronly. "Master please. Even I could see that she has vorked hard on this. Vhy can't you be understanding about all of this Christmas talk?"
Frank walked over to her. "I do not have time for this 'Christmas'," he made air quotes to signify that. "I'm working on a project and cannot be disturbed." He walked over to one of the wreaths that Collie had put up. "Now then," he said, ripping it off and throwing it at Columbia. It fell to her feet and she looked away. "If you could get rid of this before I put my makeup on, that would be great." He finished, his high heels clicking up the stairs.
"Collie, I-" Magenta started, but the human had ripped herself out of the domestic's arms, sobbing now.
"It's not fair! She cried out, running up to her room, embarrassed, ashamed, and hurt.
(IM REALLY SORRY ABOUT THIS LAZINESS. ITS 3:05 AM RIGHT NOW, SO I'M PRETTY TIRED. IF I DON'T UPDATE BEFORE CHRISTMAS I WANT TO WISH YOU ALL A MERRY CHRISTMAS!)