Despite the upsetting news that Lance gave earlier regarding the situation with no shifting during the Labor Day picnic; he along with his brother Benton and brother in law rick were able to take the broken down sofa from the living room to the outside and then proceed to place the hide a bed couch in the living room.
“I can’t believe how heavy these things are,” Benton grunting as he is holing up one end as they walk down the hallway.
“How the hell did you get it in here Lance,” Rick gasping.
“Movers,” Lance answering as he holds the cushions; “from the furniture place I bought this in Seattle.”
“It weighs more than that armoire of sis’s,” Rick panting; “how many movers did it take to haul this?”
“I don’t remember,” Lance answering; “I’ve had it since I moved in this house.”
“Well when you get a bigger place; “Benton dropping his end as they get into the living room; “don’t ask me to haul this out.”
“I need a beer,” Rick feeling parched; “and how the hell did you get out of lifting that heavy beast Lance?”
“Easy,” Lance chuckling; “my hands were full with the cushions.”
“Well I need a beer as well,” Benton answering; “perhaps two.”
It was roughly thirty minutes later that Amanda came over to check on her husband Benton; Seeing the destroyed sofa out on the curb and Benton’s Veneno also parked on the side of the road; Amanda enters inside to see Lila on the sofa from the spare room looking at the t.v .
“Were is Benton,” Amanda looking at her pregnant inlaw.
“In the backyard with my brother and husband,” Lila turning the television off; “they better not be in there fursonas though.”
“Why,” Amanda following Lila to the kitchen.
“We just got a were-alert issued,” Lila grumbling; “and those three are swilling beer as if it was going out of style.”
“Oh joy,” Amanda growling; “just what we need. Drunken weres running around in their fursonas and a were-alert was just issued.”
“I don’t know about your husband,” Lila growling; “but my brother… I better call Ester; she can possibly help deal with him.”
Entering the back yard, Amanda notices Lance’s hot tub as well a quaint wrought iron patio set. Sitting in the patio chairs was Lance who was still in his human form but Benton was clearly in his were-panther fursona. Rick Carpenter was in his were-tiger fursona and both Benton and Rick were arm wrestling; trying to see who is stronger and both with a crushed empty beer can in their paws.
“Well,” Amanda looking at the three inebriated weres; “is this what you have been doing all day? Lounging around getting drunk while a pregnant woman worries?”
“We did plenty today Amanda,” Benton distracted; giving Rick the edge he needed to win the arm wrestling match. “Hey,” Benton growling; “I was distracted!”
“Benton,” Rick looking bleary eyed; “I think you wife is hear and not to thrilled to see us.”
“That’s an understatement,” Amanda growling; “you and my husband drunk and in your fursona while a were-alert was just issued!”
“Shhh,” Benton getting up and stumbling in the process; “don’t say the W word.”
“Oh shut up,” Amanda slapping some sense into her husband.
“Oh no Lance,” Benton falling down; “Amanda is going to beat me up!”
“Better you than me,” Lance laughing; “you married the snooty Vonhoffen.”
“You of all Lance,” Amanda snarling; “you should know better what with what is going on today. A mobster running around town and a coded message I just heard on the radio? No shifting during the Labor Day picnic?”
“You can yell at the mayor for that,” Lance stumbling to get up; “I-I don’t like it any more than y-you.”
“Oh you both are in the doghouse with me today,” Amanda storming back into the house.
“Lila,” Amanda sitting in the kitchen table; “I’m taking Benton’s keys. He isn’t driving his car in his condition.”
“How is he going to get home,” Lila looking at the fuming were-panthress.
“He can stay here and spend the night sobering up,” Amanda getting up; “did you call Ester?”
“Yeah,” Lila sighing; “you might want to stick around; “Ester will sober Rick up just by screaming at him.”
“I just might,” Amanda hearing the three in the back yard trying to belch the loudest; “crude.”
“On that I agree,” Lila shaking her head; “at least the crib got built and the room cleared out.”
“Did Benton rage at putting the crib together,” Amanda sitting back down; “scream and shout and what not?”
“Actually no,” Lila chuckling; “he managed to get it build fairly quickly. If you are going to make Benton stay the night here,” Lila shaking her head; “than he will need his medication for his Bi-polar condition.”
“Yeah,” Amanda fuming; “he needs to maintain that. If this wasn’t John’s day off,” Amanda sighing; “I’d have him drive me back here just so I can drive Benton’s Lamborghini back home.”
“Why not drive it,” Lila displaying and impish grin; “it’s not as if you husband can stop you from tearing up the road in that monstrosity. I’m sure Ester would be more than happy to help you.”
Amanda thinks for a moment before a smile cracks her stony façade. With her husband drunk after drinking who knows how many beers; this was her golden opportunity to drive that cherry red painted speed demon Benton prizes most of all.