Inside Ricky's Home

Doing her best to stay as far away from the werewolf looking thing that made himself home inside the trailer, Vicky sat at the Kitchen table whilst Ricky's Supposed 'dad' was chatting it up with Bucky McBadbat over on the couch. Ricky was sitting at the same table as her, mashing up the potatoes for the late night dinner that was being made, somehow not making a crazy mess out of the entire endeavor.

Ricky looked up at her as he finished up mashing the potatoes, and grinned, "Heh, pretty cool that my dad is a werewolf, right?" he asked while pushing the bowl aside for his mom to take and put aside.

Peeking over the table, Chester palmed his hands against the edge as he looked up at Ricky, "Totally, dude!" he remarked, holding up a hand to high five Ricky.

Ricky reciprocated the gesture with a loud slap of their palms against each other and smirked, while Vicky leaned her cheek against her palm with a slight glare at the other teen, "Right…" she drawled out, making an eye roll, before responding fully, "Next you'll be expecting me to believe Santa is real and fights Vampires during the summer." she sarcastically responded.

From over at the couch while Bucky was in mid conversation with Vance, Bucky paused in his conversation with Ricky that pertained to American football teams and the latest playoffs, and looked over with an amused smile, "Actually, that would be me and Vance! But we do come across Saint Nick every once and a while during their vacations!" he answered Vicky, earning an incredulous look from her.

Chester smiled excitedly over at his dad with a giddy look and wonder in his eyes, "Wait, is that why you're always leaving me alone during the summers!? Cause you're out fighting Vampires!?" he asked excitedly, his perspective on his dad changed so drastically in one night now.

Bucky nodded while lifting his bag off to wipe the sweat from his brow after feeling the warm heat of Ricky's isolated trailer home, "Yup! Sorry Champ, I was going to try and explain about my summer job to you next year." he grimaced.

Vance looked at Bucky with an annoyed snarl, "Leave the bag off Bucky, no hats while inside!" he exclaimed in a guttural tone.

Bucky gave Vance an apologetic look, before setting aside his bag, "Oh right, you're old school etiquette." he snorted in amusement as he floofed his hair a bit to get the pressed hairstyle out from the bag being over his head for an entire day.

Vicky grumbled to herself, as the men went back to talking about their past career of Vampire hunting, Chester making periodic questions about what places his dad has been every now and then.

Vicky leaned off from the table to look over at Helen with a pointed look as the mother of Ricky was just now putting in a shepherds pie to bake in the oven, "So what's the deal?" she asked, gesturing at the werewolf in the house, "I thought all that supernatural stuff was just made up? And how did you even meet that guy?" she asked. The entire day and night had been more or less more crazy than usual with her interactions with Ricky.

Once Helen shut the oven door and set the timer, she brushed her hands off and turned to look at Vicky with a calm expression, "Oh? Vance? Eh…" She remarked as she moved to take the bowl of mashed potatoes from Ricky and take it to set it on the counter, "We met during my summer break in college for the supernatural."

Wanting to facepalm, Vicky simply went with expressing a deadpan look as she leaned against her chair's backrest with her arms rest, "tch, what, did you major in psychoanalysis of krakens and mermaids?" she snarked with a halfway smirk.

Helen offered a smirk back before she washed her hands in the sink with her back turned towards Vicky, "Close, I majored in the psychoanalysis of Psirens and leprechauns." she answered, leaving Vicky to fully commit to facepalming at herself.

Next Morning

"Iiiittt'sss Chrismas again!" Ricky's voice brought Vicky back to the waking world, making her open her eyes wide, finding herself having slept on the couch with a few empty bottles of eggnog strewn on the coffee table.

Getting up with a grumble, Vicky sat up while holding her head; the laws of Dimmsdale were more odd than she realized or cared to know. Turns out, anyone sixteen and upwards were allowed eggnog on christmas day with alcohol in it. That Vance guy encouraged everyone to sip the eggnog he brought over from Norway.

Feeling a headache, Vicky realized she was a bit of a lightweight with alcohol, and resolved to not become an alcoholic in life…the pain the next morning was too much.

Sitting up to look around, Vicky found Ricky standing in front of her holding a glass of orange juice and egg in each hand, "Here! My dad recommended you crack this egg open and swallow the yolk before washing it down with the juice! Said it helps the headaches!" Ricky offered.

Giving Ricky a half hearted glare, she swiped the stuff from Ricky's hands and did as suggested, "Whatever, beats dealing with this hangover." she griped while cracking the egg against the glass cup and swallowed the contents in one go, before swallowing the orange juice while tossing the egg shell off to the nearby trash bin nearby.

While Vicky grumbled a bit more as she set aside the cup on the lamp table next to her, she watched Ricky as he was already in his long johns while in the process of getting his winter coat on, "...What was that about it's Christmas again?" she asked, uncertain if she heard the other teen right, the whole of last night and day felt like a blur of nonsense.

As Ricky pushed his arm through one sleeve of his coat, he looked over at Vicky with an excited expression, "It's Christmas again, so therefore, we are in a Christmas special, which means we need to save Christmas and Santa from the magic of the supernatural!"

"...WHAT!?" Vicky yelled incredulously with her arms thrown up, before reaching over to turn the tv on and see the news real quick.

"Iiiiittttsss Chet Ubetcha, and indeed, it's Christmas again-"

Quickly shutting off the television and tossing the remote aside, Vicky rubbed her palms against her face, "What is even going on!" she screamed to the heavens above with her arms up in the air while looking up in anger.

"I told ya!" Ricky insisted as he helped Vicky get up from the couch, "It's a Christmas special, so we need to save Christmas, Torrence style."

The honk of a horn from outside, made Ricky urge Vicky to hurry up, "Oh, that should be dad and mom in the RV with Bucky and Chester…Road trip!" He cheered as he pushed Vicky by the back towards her things, "Who knows, by the end of this, I bet Santa will give you an actual gift than coal this time!" he remarked.

"...What!" Vicky squawked in disbelief as she was forced to hurry and get her winter coat, gloves and boots on.