Danilo
We sat by the outside living room wrapped in blankets as we shivered. Night had rolled in and you'd think after such a successful party we'd be in bed having the nap of our lives.
No.
We were awfully mistaken thinking we could hijack Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira's yacht without him knowing. The scary thing was he didn't even yell. He just forced us to drink so much water I nearly pissed myself and I could tell the Christian in him was fighting hard for him not to strangle us.
Pa, was swaying from side to side as he hummed a country song to himself. Benecio was the only one allowed to go to bed because he was sober and therefore he wasn't in trouble. I felt it was blatant discrimination if I had to be honest. If we were anywhere else the boy would be so drunk he'd be walking on his nose.
Pai stood in front of us with his arms folded across his chest. I could see he was thinking of a punishment to suit our transgressions. The man was good at rolling out those. Mr Strict. Mr I ain't having no fun. Mr I ain't had a beer in ten years.
No alcohol for ten years! No wonder Pai was sour. I even wondered if he had any alcohol ever! His middle name should have been sober. He was just jealous we couldn't even remember our names.
Everything was swell until Pa screamed when he looked behind him and jumped up from his chair. Daniele and I wasted no time when we sensed danger. We weren't here to suffer. We were there to enjoy life and that meant being alive.
I ran for the bar and threw my body over the counter and landed behind the protective shield of the gold island. I heard what sounded like water and figured Daniele had chosen the safety of the pool.
When we heard Pa laugh I shot up from behind the bath and Daniele popped back up to the surface.
"It was my reflection," Pa cried as he held his stomach. "I damn scared myself!" His giggles made us giggle and we just couldn't stop no matter how hard Pai tried to stop us.
"O que diabos eu estava pensando quando me casei com você? O que eu estava pensando quando pensei que nossos filhos nasceriam normais quando tivessem seu sangue?" Pai complained as he hoisted Pa's body onto his shoulders and shook his head. (What in the world was I thinking when I married you? What was I thinking when I thought our children would come out normal when they have your blood?)
"Speak English Spanish woman!" Pa laughed before he hiccuped. "Your booty is calling my name."
I was not entirely sure what happened after Pai had taken Pa inside but I woke up in my bed feeling like I had been to the future and back. Or was it to the back of the future and forward? What the fuck was I even saying? I was exhausting myself.
It took me forever to get out of bed and walk to my bathroom. When I did I let out a scream when I found an inflated dolphin in my bath. How that had even happened I had no idea.
The process of a shower was excruciating and brushing my teeth made me terribly dizzy. When I was dressed I headed downstairs and met Daniele on the way. We were groaning and moaning like zombies because of the bright Miami sun.
That was the least of our problems though because when we got to the dining table Pai sat there with a scowl and he was gulping away on what looked like brandy.
I gasped and he sent me a glare so dirty I wondered whose dog I had killed.
"You two! In fact three!" He pointed to Pa who was snoring away. His head was thrown back as he sat on his chair with a piece of bacon still in his mouth.
Pai tried to take it out of his mouth but Pa woke up with a gasp and nearly bit his finger. "Didn't anyone tell you not to take a piece of bacon out of a man's mouth when he's sleeping!"
"You three!" Pai continued with his rant as he stood up from his chair with his glass of brandy. He seemed to decide to abandon it and just grabbed the bottle then gulped away. "I've been sober for ten years! Ten years and you've managed to stress me so much I've decided to become an alcoholic."
"Ain't that some." Daniele folded his arms over his chest and popped out his hip. I snickered then let out a scream when the bottle came flying for my head.
I managed to quickly duck and it crashed into the wall behind us. "If alcohol don' do this to you then I think it's time you went back to drinking grape juice."
"Ice cream did you some good," Pa snickered. "Violence doesn't suit you Dito. You are a man of religion now, remember?"
"And I shall be forgiven," Pai growled. "I don't know why I allowed you two to be raised in Texas. If you aren't off doing something stupid by chasing bulls you're damaging my yacht!"
"We didn't damage anything," I pressed my hands to my chest. "We kept it in perfect…" my sentence was cut off when I saw the large crack on the window behind Pai. "We didn't do that."
"Don't make me kill you," Pai snapped, "you threw a football to prove you had a stronger arm than Benecio."
"Well then he must have proved his point," Pa whistled. "Damn son you should have gon' for the NFL. You nearly tore up a hole in it."
"Don't encourage it Bobby!"
"Last time I checked my name be meu coração. I don't know this Bobby person," Pa chuckled. "I'm allowed to compliment our sons for having great skills."
Pai glared at him, "you're paying to fix this."
Pa fainted off his chair, "I didn't throw the football!"
"You allowed the party," he twisted his lips. "No kisses for a month."
"Well then I might as well throw myself overboard and fucking die!"