♤ ➖𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 | So It Goes

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"What are we going to do?"

Hovering above an unconscious girl, Svetlana worriedly eyed her friend all while she dabbed a wet cloth on the head of the fainted girl.

'I-I don't know..." Mike's head was churning with ways to properly wake up the stranger but no ideas were adequate at the moment. "Maybe we should wait until she wakes up by herself? O-or should we call an ambulance?"

"A little late on that, isn't it?" Mal pointed out, seated on the far side of the couch right on top of the armrest with his attention on the TV.

His comment was pushed aside which was to the dismay of the malevolent one who proceeded to push the buttons of the others. "We could wake her up ourselves." He chuckled.

Scoffing, Chester butted in with his unamused glance towards Mal. "If I had the things you rascal have in your head, I wouldn't suggest them."

"What?" Feigning innocence for a mere second, the malevolent one looked shocked before going back to his neutral expression. "It wouldn't be bad to just put a few snakes or bugs down her shirt, scare her awake. Or just splash some cold water on her?"

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Mike shook his head. "Are you serious?"

"Pull ya head in!"

"What else are we 'pose to do?"

Svetlana glared daggers at Manitoba and Vito for their simple convincing until she took a deep breath to trigger the stillness within her.

"We do none of that." The mature woman stated with her chin held high. "Svetlana's friend is a guest here and should have been welcomed better."

"Lana," Mike wearily approached the young woman, scratching the back of his head while showcasing the gap between his front teeth the others shared similarities of. "How were we to know about her?"

"Right, who even brings someone over without warning the rest of us?" Mal pushed further, an eyebrow quirked at his targeted remark.

"Svetlana sent a text." Simultaneously, they all pulled out their phones where they saw the mentioned text message directed towards those included in a group chat of theirs.

Svetlana will be bringing guest, behave.

"No kiddin'."

"What does it say?" Chester muttered under his breath, his only working eyes squinting hard to read what was sent on his older model phone.

Pushing the older man away, Vito stepped forward after having shoved his phone back in his back pocket. The strong cheap bottle of cologne and strong scent of hairspray he practically bathed in surfaced and reached the nose of the unconscious girl whose nose twitched, something that went unnoticed by everyone.

"We keep notifications on mute." He admitted without care, his hands setting where the towel is wrapped around his hips.

"Now, as much as I don't take a likin' to making pretty girls cry... maybe scream," He smiled charmingly at his own joke. "We take Mal up on his suggestion to scare 'er awake."