After the song exercise I could see in their eyes that they felt refreshed and ready to deal with everything head on.
"What was that exercise really supposed to make us see or feel?"
"Feel I don't know but as for seeing, I wanted you to see that even though words are sometimes hard to come by that these songs help you sort things out. Your happy songs were those that make you think about them and smile or it's that song you hear and can't help but think about them. Sad when you get in an argument and are confused and nothing is making sense, anger when you or they say something that can't just come out right, love and stripper are self-explanatory. These lyrics and songs aren't the only ones but they are ones that help you see things clearer and in light that only you can see. And with all this I hope now you can all talk easier about what your next move is."
Abby who was slumped over the couch, "ughh there's more of this. I have no energy."
"I don't think I can handle more."
"I agree."
"Quit whining, you all agreed that this little trip should be in affect so now deal with it, plus this exercise is fun."
"You said that about the songs and I cried, laughed, thought, and was happy all at one time."
"Really Liv you are the biggest suppresser of feelings here but this exercise has three words."
"What?"
"Midnight Margaritas Madness."
"You my dear have just said the three magic words."
"I knew that would work."
All of sudden they hear a blender and they look around and notice that Liv is gone.
"Guess that means she's on board."
"Anyone else a little spooked that she stuck out of here quickly and with no sound."
They all drink to their hearts content but not without food which was a menu of chips salsa, chicken fingers, potato skins, mini tacos, which they made drunk and all. After food and two bottles of tequila they crowed around on the couches and settled in to movies and popcorn and thankfully Tom popped in and gave each of them Tylenol and bottles of water, knowing that they were going to have a wicked hangover the next day.
"This house is a dream Liv. What are you going to do?"
"What are you going to do Quinn?"
"Choose. I'm going to choose. Look there are two worlds for us but the one we have to mostly live in is nasty, brutal, and heartless but I want to make the best of it because we never know when I day is to come and Liv you should know better than us he was shot in the head and survived that could have been the end of him and you."
"You all have a choice to make so let me say this; choose wisely, follow your heart but be smart about it. Each of you has had a troubling past when it came to the heart but that doesn't mean you don't deserve unconditional love."
Liv was staring at her phone and listening but she already knew her choice always have. Putting the phone to her ear she hit the speed dial number and waited for an answer.
"Hi."
"Hi."
After a moment of listing to the other on the other side breath, he spoke.
"How are you?"
"I'm better. Our home is beautiful."
"It was made for and with a beautiful woman in mind," silence, "you said you are better but…"
"No really I am. The doc here made us do some exercises that were draining and there's also the thing drinking two bottles of tequila."
"And you said you guys weren't going to party."
"I had a lot to figure out."
"And did you figure things out?"
"For the most part yes…ummm we are ready to come back home."
"I'll get everything organized and Tom will let you know when everything is set."
"Thank you."
"Liv…I'm glad you enjoyed the house," and with that he hung up.
Abby finished of her glass and wiped her eyes, "tomorrow d-day?"
"Yep, lets get some sleep knowing him our plane will be here in a couple of hours but knowing he is talking to Tom we will get lucky and be back late."