Collect of Short Stories

Nico and His Children

"Who fucked up the hotel booking because there is no way in hell I'm sharing a room with all of you." Nico sighed frustratingly at the group who all mingled outside. After he initially found the receptionist confused as to hearing there should have been more than one room, he automatically knew it wasn't the hotel's fault.
     Every pair of eye landed on Lyra where, after a heated argument as to who was in charge of what, was assigned the role of activity planner. She crossed her arms and pointed her nose up in the air, smelling the peasants that seem to be below her.
     "What?" She growled.
     "You were in charge with the activities, right?" Wyatt asked, shivering the dark. An annoyed expression crossed his face. Unsurprisingly, Lyra didn't take that well.
     "Oh my fucken god." She growled under her breath and stared daggers at Tom. She pointed sternly at him, her glare blazing. "I located this hotel and since Tommy here was doing bumfuck nothing, I thought 'hey, why not get his fatass off the couch' and so I assigned him one job. One simple fucken job."
     "He only needed to call in to the desk and reserve a few rooms but no. He was probably too busy hammering his no-no square in front of two furries mating!"
     Tom, whose lips were parted the entire time shouldn't shut itself off and he closed his eyes momentarily. It was as if he was fighting off the urge to drop kick her and though he believes women should be treated with respect, maybe this was an exception...
     As the attention slowly shifted from the female to the male, Nico tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for a response.
    Finally, with a huge gulp of air, he said, "Well for your information, I wasn't jacking off to shit. Especially not furries mating—"
     "Which is surprisingly considering the amount of times I've seen him do it..." murmured Maven under his breath.
     Tom ignored the comment and continued, "Nobody picked up the call no matter how many times I called in so I just assumed you got the wrong phone—"
     She pointed incredulously at herself, almost laughing at the sheer thought she, Lyra von Burnean would make such a pathetic mistake. "Me? You're joking, right?"
     "No, no I'm not! As I said before, I called in multiple times—"
     Jill snorted humorously into the air and the group all turned to face her. She shrugged her shoulders at the attention and resumed pointedly glancing at Tom. "Look at you trying to sound smart."
     His face warped itself into anger and exasperation. "I'm just saying it like how it is!"
    "You had one job but since you're lazy, guess some of us will have to sleep in a cardboard box tonight."
    He narrowed his eyes and took the step closer to the female who frowned in disapproval. He jabbed a finger to her chest and sneered: "You're in charge of snacks."
    "Yeah. So?"
    "That's inconsequential as fuck. You just buy a fucken pound of candy, throw it in the van and call it a day."
    She slapped his hand away and shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt. "At least I accomplished what I was supposed to do."
     "Yeah? Well can't blame me for at least trying."
     Evelyn stared exasperated up at the night sky. The stars were out tonight and although the verbal battle still loomed in the background, she spent few seconds to admire such beauty. But her day dreaming never lasted for so long. Ten seconds at most before it shattered under the weight of the argument.
     She narrowed her eyes.
     "Guys."
     The quarrel raged on.
     "Guys!"
     Six pairs of eyes landed on the shorter female. Lyra raised one of her eyebrows, intrigued. Very rarely did Evelyn speak and when she did, it had a strange sort of effect.
     Tom's face dropped for a nanosecond before his jaw parted. "You...you're talking!"
     Jill caressed her low, blonde ponytail and cringed away from him. "I just assumed she was mute."
    Evelyn ignored the comment and shifted her weight onto one foot. "The real thing we should be discussing about is what we're going to do with the sleeping matter."
     Lyra folded her arms, her face crossed as if reluctant to provide info. "From what I remember it was two queen sized beds per room. Thanks to someone we only have one room, so..."
     Wyatt, who stayed miraculously quiet this entire time pounced on the opportunity. He flung his hands up into the air wildly like some sort of crazed animal. "I call bed!"
     Maddison began profusely shaking her head, adamant. "Hell no. No offense, really," she said with a snarky attitude, "But you're kinda...I don't know, fat?"
    "Hey! It's called having muscles you twig!"
    Tom muted them out and spoke to the rest. "We can fit at least three people per bed. And there's thirteen of us..."
     "If I'm gonna be with anybody, it's gonna be with, Valerie." Stated Lyra. Valerie beamed beside her.
     Tom new better to start arguing with one of the most pessimistic people in the group so he just waved her off, unaware this only caused something worse than an argument.
     "Hey! Acknowledge me, hello? Are you fricken blind!?"
     "What the hell do you want me to say? Yes, you can cuddle up with Valerie or whatever but we can still add one more person to—"
     "Oh, yeah. Not gonna happen."
     "Don't be a total bitch. There's gotta be one more person you'll be willing to accept."
      Her gaze flickered towards James for a second before focusing on Tom. "Nope."
     Felix cut in, a deep frown etched onto his face. "Woah, so Lyra the queen of this bed or something?"
     Another series of loud, individual arguments broke out with Evelyn rolling her eyes so many times, she lost count.
     Unbeknownst to all of them, Nico strayed away from the group and is now enjoying an entire room to himself, ordering the receptionist to not let anyone else in.