Author's Note: This oneshot really has no point, just one of the many daydream scenes that run through my head every day all day. I just thought I'd share it with you guys before I commenced getting intoxicated and blowing shit up to celebrate my country's birthday. 'Merica!
"God damn it, if you blow your fingers off I am not spending the day in the hospital with you!" Krystal bitched, watching from the grill as she was ignored and another firecracker was lit.
Mac held it in his hand with a malicious grin until the last second, throwing it at Devon right before it exploded. Even though it was akin to encouraging bad behavior in a child, she couldn't resist laughing as Devon jumped and shrieked from being burnt. Making Mac cackle harder as he started after his brother while extracting another M-60 from his pocket.
"Make him stop!" the kaki clad wimp whined at her while being chased around the backyard.
She rolled her eyes and flipped another burger, an evil smile coming to her face before she rearranged it into a fake disapproving look.
"Mac, come here!" she yelled out in a stern tone, watching as Devon gloated over being defended by her.
Kristy waited patiently as he trudged over, snarl arranged on his face at her ruining his fun and taking his brother's side. She beckoned him closer with a crook of her finger, leaning into his ear when he stubbornly complied with an abundance of attitude.
"We've got some bottle rockets and roman candles hidden in the storage space under the basement stairs." she informed him in a whisper, demented glee becoming contagious as Mac pulled away from her with wide excited eyes and a huge gruesome smile. "Now you don't have to run after him. Just make sure you don't hit the house or anyone else." she warned, a grin wrinkling her scars as he half nodded and ran off.
Her gaze following his fine behind led her to observe Regina trying to light a sparkler out of the pack Kristy had given her. The metal end was glowing red in the afternoon sun and the damaged girl was getting frustrated every time the flame in her other hand went out.
"Regina that's the wrong- Who the hell gave her a lighter?" she ended up yelling at the old man seated on the patio near the girl, throwing her hands up when Walter only shrugged and took another sip of his beer.
She was busy taking various hotdogs and kielbasas off the flames when Mac reemerged, flicking his lighter and aiming for the lawn chair Devon had retreated to across the yard. The bottle rocket bypassed his leg, singeing a few hairs before exploding a foot behind the chair. Scaring the shit out of him so bad he toppled over side ways, scrambling for footing as he desperately tried to stand up and run with a look of sheer panic and fright on his face. Luckily for him he made it around the corner of the house before Mac could light another one.
Though the initial unexpected whistling shriek had startled Regina she laughed at her captor's fright uncontrollably. Letting out a shriek of her own when the forgotten heated end in her hand touched her bare thigh and burnt her. Krystal breathed out an irritated sigh as she arranged tinfoil wrapped corn to cook, not exactly having time to play mommy to the invalid girl.
"Will you help her until your prey comes back, she's burning the shit out of herself." she yelled out to Mac as she pointed towards the girl a ways down the terrace from him. "Please!" she added when he gave her a face, making it a threat when he flipped her off. "Help Regina or else you're not going to be the one setting off the big ones tonight!"
Mac stomped towards where Regina had sat down to blow on the bright red line welling up on her skin. Making her jump up and scurry to put the chair between them. She burnt herself again in her absentminded fear, letting out more yelps from the pain and from Mac lunging to snatch the lighter from her other hand.
"Put et down." he gruffly instructed, speaking loudly and slowly as he pointed at the dimming incorrect end before motioning towards the table.
He let out a huff as the girl stared at him while she shook with fright, his patients almost running out when her brain finally processed his command and she jerkily threw the sulfur covered stick onto the table.
"Now grab 'nother one." he growled, happy when she reacted immediately but paused to choose one, examining each one. "Fucks wrong witchu!" he snapped, snatching one up and shoving it into her hand, getting even more frustrated when she had the wrong end sticking out again.
After another few growled out instructions she got it right, except for the way she backed up every time Mac advanced to light it for her.
"God muther fuckin' damnit!" he screamed after the fifth attempt ended in him burning his own finger on the lighter, making Kristy hide her snickering behind the grill lid.
"Let her come to you." she suggested after her laughter got under control, only to be rekindled by Mac's glare.
He stood still, holding the lighter out away from his body before flicking it and holding down the fuel lever. Sure enough she timidly stepped forward, skittish eyes peering out through her ratty sandy blonde hair. When the tip ignited and sparks poured from the stick she let out a delighted squeal, running away to frolic with the mesmerizing treat.
The rest of the evening Mac begrudgingly became Regina's designated human lighter. On a whim he gave her a pack of snaps he'd found in the secret stash Krystal had been keeping with him. The phrase 'monkey see monkey do' ran through his mind as she immediately threw them at her brother, laughing hysterically as she terrorized Devon.
