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Aftermath
Just when he thought he was going to do something to put himself in a position to think about maybe possibly getting to the point where he could do something to maneuver himself to a place where he could be begin to get out of the deep shit started by the Park Place Debacle and continued by the Tea Party Incident, this just had to happen. Admittedly, it was kind of his fault for having a bunch of villains over for a karaoke party. But it wasn't his idea for them to go about acting like a bunch of stupid teenagers. The fact that most of them were, in fact, teenager didn't make any difference. They should have known better.
First off, his lab was sort of trashed. Beakers and soldering irons lay everywhere as a result of Tubbimura trying to breakdance. He had already made a mental note never to allow that again. Ever. For any reason. Then his speakers were ruined from a fight between Vlad's pet honey badger Demitri and Ashley's kittens. He was reasonably these ones were Boots and Mittens. Those cats were nasty.
The upstairs was worse though. A couple of the villains had decided to raid his refrigerator and one of them, he was pretty sure it was Robo-Jack, spilled both gingerale and banana pudding on his mum's nice rug. Needless to say, Susan Spicer would not be happy with him. More over having what she called "a wild, unsupervised, teenage party without permission" than the rug stain. Even though three of the villains were decidedly much older than teenagers.
It wasn't like it was his fault that Chase and Hannibal had used his living room for a sparring ground until said incident with Demitri, Boots, and Mittens. He'd given them fair warning that the other would be there.
He continued putting cups and napkins into a trash bag, slightly exasperated that nine people could make such a mess. He figured that it was the second law of thermodynamics in action. The universe tends toward chaos.
The karaoke part hadn't even gone that badly. Most of them looked like they were having fun for that bit. Chase had done "Sexyback" a little too well for someone who claimed that their most modern musical tastes were The Beatles. Wuya had done a surprisingly good job on "All That Jazz." Ashley went with "Stray Cat Strut." Oddly enough, Vlad sang "In the Dark of the Night," leading to him and Ashley having a giggle fit later over the implication that the Russian had watched a children's movie often enough for him to have memorized it, although it was rather terrifying to watch. Naturally, Robo-Jack had gone with "Still Alive" and was joined by a chorus of Jackbots. Le Mime had mimed a version of some French song. Whatever it was, the collective Heylin audience was in tears by the end of it. Hannibal did "Bad" in a manner that was fairly self-explanatory. Tubbimura had foregone singing and stuck to making sarcastic comments about everybody else. Himself, he'd indulged himself a bit and went with "Call Me Maybe."
Nobody had really gotten upset until Demitri twisted himself off his leash. At which point Mittens and Boots decided that he looked rather like an oversized and rather tasty mouse. Pulling them apart took some substantial effort on their part. By the end of it, the living room was short a couple of vases and his lab was missing a test tube or seven. Picking up broken porcelain and glass was not pleasant. Plus, finding replacement vases at midnight was a bitch.
It was some time around noon when he finally finished cleaning the house. He was relieved too. His mum and dad would be back from their business trip soon and if there was one thing Susan and Leonard Spicer would be upset about, it would be a house wrecked by a bunch of crazies in costumes at a non-approved party.
Just as he was about to settle down on his couch for a marathon of reruns of 30 Rock, the door swung open and his parents stepped into the foyer. Where he had neglected to remove the flowers trampled by Demitri, the soda stained rug, and the remnants of one of the broken vases.
"Oh shit," he said, jumping off the sofa and in a display of surprising agility ran from the house. He figured a couple of hours down town and a honey ginger ice cream would be best for him if this was going to properly simmer down. He could blame it on a robot malfunction while he was gone. At least he knew that for a few hours the people who could get him out of deep shit were happy with him.
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