As usual for a Saturday morning, Liz was out walking the dogs and Avan had headed out to Whole Foods for a weekend restock. Jazzlyn had been out the night before with friends and returned late, so she was only just walking downstairs when Liz came home.
"Oh, good morning to my little hungover ray of sunshine." Liz grins, hugging her daughter.
"Yeah, hi." Jazzlyn groaned, sipping her oat milk latte.
"I heard you come in last night but dad said he had to help you upstairs." Liz chuckles, guiding the dogs to their water bowls.
"He did." Jazzlyn nods. "I didn't even drink that much, I just got carried away."
"You take after me in that sense, Jazz." Liz smirks, sliding a box of painkillers across the kitchen island to Jazzlyn.
"Mhm, thanks for that, by the way." Jazzlyn sighs, sipping a glass of water after taking the two pills.
"Did you have a good time, though? Kristin messaged me to say that Freya was so drunk last night." Liz laughs, checking her phone for any new text messages.
"I did. I don't know how Aunty Kristin coped with twelve of us drinking in her basement." Jazzlyn laughs. "Most of them were staying over night but she didn't mind dropping me home."
"That was good. Do you want to go watch something and I'll make you some breakfast?" Liz asks, running her fingers through her daughter's dyed black hair.
"Okay. Thanks mom." Jazzlyn stands up and walks to the living room, sitting down with her coffee and turning on American Horror Story.
Half way through the episode she had randomly chose, Jazzlyn was interrupted by Liz walking in.
"Baby, do you want eggs or... what is that?! What have you done?!" Liz exclaimed, at the different angle finally seeing the shiny new piercing in her daughter's nose.
"Mom, I-"
"Why the hell did you think it was appropriate to do this? Did this happen last night?" Liz raises her voice so loudly that neither of them hear when the front door opens.
"I'm home!" Avan yells before seeing both of them were clearly in the middle of some kind of dispute.
"Mom, I wasn't hiding it! I was waiting for you to notice and I thought you didn't care and-"
"Don't turn this on me!" Liz warned, taking a breath.
Unsure how to deal with this, all that Liz could think of was trying her best to get her point across. And apparently that meant turning to her second language.
"Non posso credere che faresti una cosa del genere!" / I can't believe you would do something like this!
Taken aback by her mom yelling, and instead of quietening herself down, she decided to fight back. Also in Italian.
