𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐄.𝐌

14. Vacation Days

"and lets just say the neighbours have never been more pissed at teenagers than they were that night."

"I mean, we did climb on top of the roof, and screamed our heads off to Whitney Houston's 'I Wanna Dance With Somebody' and John Travolta's 'You're the One That I Want' from Saturday Night Fever." said Caroline with a laugh. She pressed the bottle of bourbon to her lips and took a long drink.

"Mom came from her night shift to find us dancing like idiots. I was tipsy so you can imagine how much alcohol we had in us. This one," she added, pointing at Maeve, "was blackout drunk."

"I was not!" argued Maeve defensively.

"No, you were." Caroline countered. "Mae...come on, I was not entirely drunk, okay. I remember you crushing hard on John Travolta and belting out to every one of his song like he was listening to you." 

"Really?" Maeve glanced at Caroline with a challenge. "then why do I have a recording of you singing every song from Saturday Night Fever on tape?" Caroline's face turned red as she realized she had put her foot in her mouth. 

"You do not."

"Yes I do. I actually do." Maeve turned to Klaus with a mischevious glint sparkling yet again in her eyes. "Nik, would you like to see it?" 

Klaus smirked hiding the obvious grin. "I would love to see it." Maeve got up from her place on the floor but immediately sank back down as Caroline practically pranced on top of her. 

"No he does not." said Caroline, with an ultimatum. "He does not want to see it."

"I hardly think it would be that bad Caroline. I would love to hear you sing."

"Oh she's got a beautiful voice. You should hear her sing. Come on now Caroline, don't deprive them of your voice."

Caroline looked sternly at Maeve, "fine. You know what? Sure, let everyone watch that tape, but only if I get to show them the aftermath of your culinary skills. Yeah that's right, the burnt pasta?" 

"That is not news." said Kol, "we all know how horrible cook Mochatini is. You singing...now that's new." Maeve whipped her head around to look at Kol.

"How dare you!"

Kol just shrugged his shoulders, "What? That is true and you know it." Ezekiel snickered at Kol's explanation. 

"What are you laughing at. At least she didn't burn the bloody apartment down." Maverick defended Maeve, immediately flatning Ezekiel's smirk.

"Oh...tell me more about this." said Kol already invested in the story. Maverick shifted and crossed his legs. 

"Ezekiel stayed over one night, right? I was like, we'll order something or have Grace, my housekeeper cook us something. But no no no no no no...Mr culinary expert, the next Gordon Ramsey wanted to impress me with his great cooking. He goes 'Mon cherie, let me entice you with my very special beef bourguignon. I will prepare it just for you.' I was all in. Like, the last time I had it was when I was in France. So, I let him take over. I had a few emails to send and work shit, so I was in my home office. Next thing I know, the smoke alarm is beeping like crazy and there's fire all over kitchen stove. Ezekiel, your to-be Alpha just stared at it. Like, frozen in place." 

Everyone was in a fit of laughter hearing Maverick's story. Ezekiel was slowly turning red in the face. "Don't look at me like that darling, I had to physically drag you out of the house that night. The firefighter's came and extinguished the fire. Lets just say it turned out to be Beef catastrophe."

"In my defense," began Ezekiel but Amara shut him down immediately.

"You have no defense, stop it."

"I do." Ezekiel argued, crossing his arms. "Your kitchen just wasn't equipped to handle my culinary cabaret." he craned his neck up attempting to show off.