"Come on Ames," Vicky whined. "Mom and Dad are gone for a couple of days, and all you're going to do is sit there drawing things?"
"It's an outlet for my not tinkering," Amy replied. "The PRT is working on lining up volunteers, but it's taking time."
Vicky groaned, and Amy rolled her eyes.
Amy: Vicky is very annoying when she's bored.
Taylor: You could always come visit me instead of staying there.
Amy: I was, to my regret, tasked with ensuring she doesn't slip out to go on a date with Dean. So I'd probably have to bring her along.
"Oooh, I know," Vicky said, springing into the air and darting for the kitchen.
"NO FLYING IN THE HOUSE!" Amy yelled. She didn't think Vicky was listening, though.
"Here we go," Vicky said as she returned...carrying a case of beer.
"Why did you grab one of the cases of beer Carol hides in the not-so-secret cabinet next to the sink?"
"Because the list of things I'm
not supposed to do doesn't include drinking."
"I thought that would be somewhat implied by virtue of you not being old enough to."
Vicky ignored her and pulled one of the beers out anyway. She then paused and pulled a second one out, throwing it to Amy. "Live a little. What could possibly go wrong?"
Amy groaned as she woke up...at two in the afternoon on
Saturday? What happened to Friday night? And was she in a chair?
"Afternoon sleepyhead," Taylor said, startling Amy. She hadn't paid enough attention to realize that Taylor was right there. "Have some water. How much do you remember about last night?"
"Er," Amy said, blinking herself awake. She pulled the lever to un-recline the chair she'd apparently been sleeping in, then took the glass of water Taylor was holding out. She drank some of it while gathering her thoughts. "Not much? I know Vicky decided to drink despite the fact it would probably get into serious trouble, but I'm having trouble recalling what happened after she got drunk."
"You had three beers as well, but they didn't really do anything to you. Still, I ended up coming over when you dropped into a tinker fugue. Not only was it incredibly distracting for me, but I figured I might need to intervene. I already apologized to Carol for picking the lock on the back door to get in, since the spare key wasn't in the fake rock. Oh, and I'd have dragged you both to your own beds, but it was easier to keep an eye on you both in here."
"What did I do?"
Taylor gestured across the room, to where Amy could see Vicky was passed out on the couch. "As far as I can tell you gave Vicky breast implants."
Amy blinked. She'd done what now? She looked more closely at Vicky's sleeping form. "It doesn't look like anything's changed there?"
"I think I'll wait until she wakes up to explain further. I'm going to recommend that you shower first, I'll get started on some pancakes now that you're awake. It may be afternoon, but you are just waking up. Vicky can shower after eating something."
"Er, right. Ok."
"Who's cooking?" Vicky asked as she floated into the kitchen, before stopping to stare at Taylor. "Oh. Hi Taylor. Why are you here this early?"
"It's Saturday
afternoon and I've been here watching over you two since yesterday. Oh, Carol says you're back to 'strict' grounded for the drinking."
Amy snickered a little at that, and pushed a plate of pancakes over to Vicky as the older girl sat down. "Ok Taylor, she's up and in here. And I still don't see anything different about her breasts. What did I do?"
"My breasts?" Vicky said, looking down. She then poked one, and
music started playing. She blinked a couple of times, as Amy and Taylor both snickered.
The song ended, and Amy shook herself out of her amusement. She really should feel more sorry for having done that to Vicky. "Why didn't you stop me if you came over when I'd started?"
Taylor gave Amy a look. "Because interrupting a tinker in the middle of a literal operation is a bad thing? Besides, Carol told me to leave things alone until she can see the 'damage' for herself."
"I don't think I'd have picked that particular song," Vicky said, shrugging. "But all things considered that's kinda neat."
"You should listen to what she put in the other one."
Vicky blinked, then looked down at her breasts again. She carefully poked the other one, and groaned when the
music started. Amy and Taylor, on the other hand, broke out laughing.
