the greatest tragedy. ↣a bar tending for jesus fanfic↢

Sunday morning

Hey guys. This is an au where we all live together a couple miles from tl. 

Marcus pays for the house (with his money that he robs from banks) and Ryan is our butler. Ava drives and has all the cats. Jazmin cooks scones and provides us with a steady income by writing movie scripts and acting. Antonia and Sophie teaches us all how to swim in our indoor pool, and they also help to decorate/keep the house lookin' nice.  Jon and Ian invent space ships/ androids/ hacking stuff (yes, we are planning to influence the next election in Matt's favor...).

'Wake up, guys. It's beautiful morning... the glory of the lord shines upon- WAKE UP!" Sophie yelled, grabbing one of Jazmin and Ava's shoulders and shaking them each until their tired eyes cracked open. 'Wha...' Jazmin said, hardly able to recognize where she was since it wasn't her room. Ava sat up too, her hair all messed up as if it had been ravaged by a savage raccoon during the night. 'Guys! Get up! It's time for church and you two,' Sophie waggled her finger from Ava to Jazmin, who both lay under fuzzy blanked on their house theatre's sofa, 'ARE SERVING!'. Sophie turned and rushed to the next room, most likely to wake up the two younger boys, Ian and Jon. 

'We're serving today?' Ava turned to Jazmin, looking confused and dazed. Jazmin nodded, regretting staying up all night watching marvel movies with her friend. They must have fAllen asleep on the couch. Jazmin wondered what movie they fell asleep during. 

'I guess so...' she said, rubbing her eyes and pulling off the blanket to go get on her church clothes. Ava hopped up and ran swiftly out of the theatre room to get dibs on the shower before the rest of the house residences were woken up and any hope would be lost for clean hair. 

Sophie burst into the boys shared room, a blue painted abode with giant movie/celeb posters adorning the wall. Any space that wasn't taken up by posters was filled with sketches of robots and equations and such tumb-tacked messily into the wall. To her releif, Sophie found the boys already awake, sitting on top of the bunk bed watching some sort of movie (the only time they were ever quiet was when they watched films together). She tapped Jazmin's brother Jon on the shoulder, and when he turned and took out his headphone she jabbed a thumb at the door of their room. ' we're leaving in five minutes. If you two don't get your little butts down the stairs by then, you'll be reaching church on foot!'. Sophie turned and briskly ran down the stairs to make sure those who were already awake were prepared to leave. She was the most organized and well planned out one in the family, and also the only one tough anough to assert herself and keep the household moving forward. Sophie knew this, and she was proud. 

After Jazmin was changed, she thundered down the stair to where Ethan, lily, Ian, Jon, and Antonia were sitting in the living room eating eggos and watching spongebob on the flatscreen. She walked up the kitchen which was just across from where all the peeps were eating and opened up the rustic brown double doors. Ryan and Marcus were both in the kitchen, Ryan filling up a waffle maker with eggs mix (and wearing an apron), and Marcus sitting adjacent to him on a stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen. they were talking animatedly about something or another. Jazmin had more important Things to worry about, they were going to be late to the bar and Gale would dock their pay! she grabbed a waffle and then felt around in ava's Purse hanging on the coat rack for the car keys. 'Marcus! Come on! It's nearly 8:30 and we still need to start the coffee. We're serving today!' Jazmin explained, finding the keys and heading to the edge of the stairs to call for Ava. 

Just before Jazmin called, Ava slid down the banister of the stairs wearing a shirt with a cat meme on it and grabbed the keys from Jazmin. 'I'm ready!' She said, glancing at the clock and, realizing it was time to go, hopping into a skip towards the garage door. Marcus leaned sheepishly out of his seat and brushed crumbs off of his shirt. 'Thank you Ryan. And next time, if you will, please get the orange juice without those pesky juicy bits.' Ryan winked, and turned back to his waffle making. The three bartenders for Jesus exited out the door.