The Island

Part 7 - 4

Four:

Randy didn't know why, but he found himself in the Billiards room. Michael, JT, Brock, and Taylor all celebrated across the dining room, yelling and clapping. Randy stood by the pool table and merely watched all of them. He felt awkward being here, but leaving wasn't an option. Michael would kill him if he left. So, he stayed. JT was getting especially rowdy toward Michael. "Yeah, that bitch can screw me again when I'm dead! Never again!" He sang. "Yeah, screw that bitch!" Michael was dancing through the dining area and back thorough the Billiards room. Brock and Taylor had gone over to the stereo, trying to figure out how to work it. "Brock and Taylor, you better play some good freaking music!" Michael pointed. They both whopped at Michael and punched the air. Suddenly a blast of music came ripping from the stereo. The song was none other than Timber by Pitbull and Ke$ha, a fitting song for the party and the events following this small party. Brock and Taylor turned around and began to lip synch Ke$ha's verse in the song. Michael started to dance very badly, but Randy could tell he didn't care. "C'mon, Taylor and Brock! Let's get dancy!" Michael called to them both. They clapped and went over to Michael. JT had gone into the pantry, disappearing from Michael's small celebration. The tinted windows in the pantry showed that JT was searching through the stockpiles for something. Bags and boxes were thrown about; he was determined to find something. The rustling stopped and JT's silhouette held something bottle-shaped in his hands. JT came out of the pantry sporting a bottle of champagne. "This deserves a toast!" He said, waving the bottle. All three of them cheered loudly, making the music seem like it was coming from an iPod on it's lowest volume setting. Even though JT was totally sober, Randy already thought he was drunk as hell. "I'll get the glasses." Michael said. He ran quickly to the kitchen, passing a silent couple on the way. By the kitchen sink, Wyatt and Logan stood. Wyatt held Logan's wrists, looking at her sympathetically. Logan's tears still came out, even coming out in front of Michael. He barely paid attention to them, squeezing past Logan for the cabinet of champagne glasses. He grabbed four, excluding one for Randy. He would get some champagne later. As Michael left, Wyatt spoke to him. "Aren't you going to say anything to us?" Michael stopped and slowly turned around. "What am I supposed to say? I'm sorry?-" Wyatt released Logan's hands. "Yeah, kind of. I think you owe it to Logan to-" "I don't owe Logan anything. She simply read the votes. She didn't decide the whole election; well, at least I hope. If that were the case, Logan would be in deep shit." "Be quiet, Michael. She didn't do anything-" Michael's eyes widened. "Excuse me? I am your leader-" "Guys, stop." Logan tried. "Shut up, nerdy. Now, you're going to listen to me-" "Don't call her that!" Wyatt exclaimed. "You are going to listen to ME!" Michael's yell caused a small pause. Only the pounding of the music could be heard. "Now, as my first act of leadership, I command you both to get out of my damn sight or I swear upon Adin's grave I will lock you both in that room of yours until we get flown out of here Sunday." Michael stood before them, seeming incredibly angry. Logan's tears had stopped, but her fear rose through the roof. Wyatt took one of Logan's hands again and ran toward the foyer. Michael shook his head and went back through the dining area into the Billiards room again. "Alright, JT. Pour it up!" Michael's whole attitude had changed. His intent with his champagne hadn't changed, though. JT held a bottle opener already. He set it one the dining table right at the spot of Adin's. JT held the bottle with one hand and the bottle opener with the other. Whilst JT was cranking the bottle, Michael handed Brock and Taylor their glasses. Michael looked across the room at Randy, giving him a nasty glare. Randy approached Michael as he turned away, intending on speaking to him. Michael went to JT's side just as the cork to the bottle popped right out. Brock and Taylor cheered. Randy stopped walking toward all of them about five feet away. JT started pouring the expensive champagne in Michael glass, moving his hips and feet to the music. He did the same for his own glass, Brock's glass, and Taylor's glass. JT raised his glass to the four and smiled. "For Michael's win." The four clinked their glasses together and whopped. "Cheers!" Brock, Taylor, and JT all drank from their glasses. Michael did not, however. He turned to Randy, which he knew was right behind him. Michael tilted his head at Randy and smiled. Michael threw his champagne from his glass all over Randy. He gasped. "What the f-" "You made a mistake. A big mistake." Michael said.