"Who does he think he is? Just running into me like that," Illusion whined and crossed her arms.
"Oh, shut up, Illusion. The world doesn't revolve around you," Lotty pointed out and gave her a glare. This statement was rewarded with a dramatic show of Illusion's tongue, at which Lotty gave an even more dramatic sigh.
Aki rolled her eyes. "Will you cut it out?" she whined.
"I just want to know what it was they came tearing through here for. There's got to be a reason. They wouldn't just decide to wreak havoc in their retirement party for fun," Princess pointed out, hoping to steer the conversation away from the arguments.
Singer, who was clinging to Chester McCoy's arm as if she'd never let go again, just shrugged. "Maybe some of the scenery fell over," she brainstormed.
Martini shrugged. "I don't think so. They would have called Blinky down with them," she said then turned to Kid Blink and smiled. He leaned down a little and they rubbed noses, causing some of the other girls to gag and moan to make them stop.
"Cut it out, Blink," Singer said with a roll over her eyes. She whacked him on the chest then leaned her head against Chester's shoulder.
"Shut up, Singer, nobody asked you," he retorted.
Singer rolled your eyes. "I can say whatever I want to you. I'm your sister."
Blink shook his head. "No, you can't."
"Yes, I can."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Shut up!" Marissa Blake yelled. "God, shut up! Nobody wants to hear you bick--"
"Marissa! You're not helping it any," Peppermint scolded.
"Can't you all take your bickering somewhere else?" Holiday moaned.
"We're not bickering!" the four of them shot at her simultaneously.
Holiday just stared, and then began to snicker a little. Soon her snickers grew and she turned and started to full out laugh into Bumlets' chest. The four looked at one another and each rolled his eyes. Nobody seemed to know what the joke was but Holiday.
Autumn approached and looked around. "What's going on?" she asked quietly.
Hades shrugged. "We don't know. Nobody will tell us."
Bumlets looked at Snoddy carefully, and just looked down, his arm around Holiday. She had looked up to witness this. "What is it?" she asked him quietly, and other people looked over at the couple that was being unusually quiet. Bumlets' looked down at her nervously.
"No-Nothing…" he told her and looked away. Holiday reached up and turned his head so he was looking directly into her eyes. "Tell me," she hissed at him. Bumlets pursed his lips then sighed.
"Swifty's dead," he told her quietly and then looked away.
There was curious murmuring because nobody but Holiday could hear him.
"Really?" Holiday asked him in a whisper. Bumlets nodded. He looked over at Snoddy. This irked Marissa. She didn't know what was going on now, so she went straight up to Snoddy and put her hands on her hips.
"Tell me. Now," she ordered. Even though she stood a full head shorter than him, Snoddy found this quite intimidating. He just looked at her for a moment, and then gave a sigh.
"We found Swifty… hanging down in the basement. He's… he's dead." He looked away, and Marissa just stared. Siscily gasped, and fainted cold away, causing Basil to run over and try to revive his little sister. Some of the girls clung to one another, others clung to their boyfriends, and the rest just stared at Snoddy in disbelief. Peppermint walked over and put her arms around her little sister, who was still standing and staring up at Snoddy.
"He's lying," she whispered hoarsely, still staring at him, her body tense as if she were angry. "Swifty isn't dead. He's not." Her voice rose with each word she spoke. Snoddy began to feel nervous and looked to Bumlets for some help, though he received none since Bumlets had all his attentions focused on Holiday at that moment.
It was then that Marissa's lip started to quiver, and she broke loose of her sister's comforting embrace. She ran out of the lobby and down the street. Peppermint, being the prudent one of their family, decided not to follow.
The scene at hand had turned from a boisterous gathering to a somber meeting in no time flat. Throughout the Opera House it was much the same, because death is death, and gaiety isn't often accepted in the midst of it.
"Oh, shut up, Illusion. The world doesn't revolve around you," Lotty pointed out and gave her a glare. This statement was rewarded with a dramatic show of Illusion's tongue, at which Lotty gave an even more dramatic sigh.
Aki rolled her eyes. "Will you cut it out?" she whined.
"I just want to know what it was they came tearing through here for. There's got to be a reason. They wouldn't just decide to wreak havoc in their retirement party for fun," Princess pointed out, hoping to steer the conversation away from the arguments.
Singer, who was clinging to Chester McCoy's arm as if she'd never let go again, just shrugged. "Maybe some of the scenery fell over," she brainstormed.
Martini shrugged. "I don't think so. They would have called Blinky down with them," she said then turned to Kid Blink and smiled. He leaned down a little and they rubbed noses, causing some of the other girls to gag and moan to make them stop.
"Cut it out, Blink," Singer said with a roll over her eyes. She whacked him on the chest then leaned her head against Chester's shoulder.
"Shut up, Singer, nobody asked you," he retorted.
Singer rolled your eyes. "I can say whatever I want to you. I'm your sister."
Blink shook his head. "No, you can't."
"Yes, I can."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Shut up!" Marissa Blake yelled. "God, shut up! Nobody wants to hear you bick--"
"Marissa! You're not helping it any," Peppermint scolded.
"Can't you all take your bickering somewhere else?" Holiday moaned.
"We're not bickering!" the four of them shot at her simultaneously.
Holiday just stared, and then began to snicker a little. Soon her snickers grew and she turned and started to full out laugh into Bumlets' chest. The four looked at one another and each rolled his eyes. Nobody seemed to know what the joke was but Holiday.
Autumn approached and looked around. "What's going on?" she asked quietly.
Hades shrugged. "We don't know. Nobody will tell us."
Bumlets looked at Snoddy carefully, and just looked down, his arm around Holiday. She had looked up to witness this. "What is it?" she asked him quietly, and other people looked over at the couple that was being unusually quiet. Bumlets' looked down at her nervously.
"No-Nothing…" he told her and looked away. Holiday reached up and turned his head so he was looking directly into her eyes. "Tell me," she hissed at him. Bumlets pursed his lips then sighed.
"Swifty's dead," he told her quietly and then looked away.
There was curious murmuring because nobody but Holiday could hear him.
"Really?" Holiday asked him in a whisper. Bumlets nodded. He looked over at Snoddy. This irked Marissa. She didn't know what was going on now, so she went straight up to Snoddy and put her hands on her hips.
"Tell me. Now," she ordered. Even though she stood a full head shorter than him, Snoddy found this quite intimidating. He just looked at her for a moment, and then gave a sigh.
"We found Swifty… hanging down in the basement. He's… he's dead." He looked away, and Marissa just stared. Siscily gasped, and fainted cold away, causing Basil to run over and try to revive his little sister. Some of the girls clung to one another, others clung to their boyfriends, and the rest just stared at Snoddy in disbelief. Peppermint walked over and put her arms around her little sister, who was still standing and staring up at Snoddy.
"He's lying," she whispered hoarsely, still staring at him, her body tense as if she were angry. "Swifty isn't dead. He's not." Her voice rose with each word she spoke. Snoddy began to feel nervous and looked to Bumlets for some help, though he received none since Bumlets had all his attentions focused on Holiday at that moment.
It was then that Marissa's lip started to quiver, and she broke loose of her sister's comforting embrace. She ran out of the lobby and down the street. Peppermint, being the prudent one of their family, decided not to follow.
The scene at hand had turned from a boisterous gathering to a somber meeting in no time flat. Throughout the Opera House it was much the same, because death is death, and gaiety isn't often accepted in the midst of it.
