𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 | Night at the Museum [Ahkmenrah]

Chapter 5: Taking a Risk

Chapter 5: Taking a Risk

• 𓎬 ☼ 𓋹⋅☾𓂀 ☽⋅𓋹 ☼ 𓎬 •

Larry XXVII

2014 - New York City

A Day after the Night Programme Disaster

When they got back late in the night to their apartment, Larry and Rebecca were met with a party. A party which Nick decided to host out of the blue.

Larry now realised as to why his son didn't want to go to the Museum Event tonight, using the whole night as a way to take advantage of the apartment. Nevertheless, it didn't work since the two adults got back earlier than they were expecting. McPhee had screamed at him through the phone before they unlocked the door to find dozens of teenagers raving in their living room.

He was not impressed with Nick at all - who he found riling the people up with the DJ mixer and the sound of music blasting through the large speakers. The island was littered with alcoholic drinks and red cups. Some bowls of snacks and sweets scattered from the coffee table to the floor.

It was a mess.

Another mess which Larry was not going to have a deal with to clean up.

The first thing he did was tell Nick to turn off the music. The next thing he knew, Larry was telling everyone to get out and go home. As much as he was worried at some of the teenagers going home, Larry was tired, irritated and not in the mood for taking responsibility with other kids. He already had the museum to deal with.

His son didn't even help at all, only frustrating both him and Rebecca for revealing that he hadn't applied for college at all. Nick wanted to take a gap year, to go and DJ in Ibiza out of all places. Larry thought he raised his son better than this. He thought that after being at the museum as the Night Programme Coordinator and stable income to help his family, Nick would have gone to university and finally pursue a future that wasn't like his own.

Larry wasn't going to have this conversation, telling Nick to start cleaning up whilst Rebecca and he would go to sleep. His son was quiet about it.

Several hours later, when the sun rose and the weekend began, Larry trudged into the kitchen to discover Rebecca beginning breakfast. He placed a peck on her cheek, mumbling a quick morning before flicking the coffee machine on the way to the island.

His head would have hit the surface hadn't he caught it with his hands. Larry yawned, rubbing his face with a disgruntled gesture.

Rebecca glanced over her shoulder, before approaching him at the table. "Morning, you okay?" She asked with a concerned tone.

"The fact that our job is on the line..." He sighed and thanked her for passing the mug. Larry shook his head and murmured, "I really don't know anymore."

"There must be someone that we could go to." Rebecca urged him, exhaling sharply. "We can't just wait for Rowen to respond to us and get back."

"Who then? He asked back, "No one knows the truth other than us and McPhee. And he's already having most of the backlash thrown at him."

"...You know who I'm talking about." She replied as she bit her lip.

He creased his eyebrows, trying to line his mind to what she was referring to.