Rec Room - Early Monday Afternoon

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

What's worse than Chuck Bass? Five of his children in one room together. It was like a congealed ball of concentrated evil. It was surprising that there wasn't any ambient fog or evil music playing or anything to signal what was in the rec room. Well there was music playing, but that was more Mary's doing than actual evil.

There wasn't evil plotting or maniacal laughter going on at the moment. They were just doing what you expected most Bass children did with their free time.

Mostly it consisted of fighting with each other and eating cookies.

[Yep, all 5 of them are in there. For myself, parents of the evil kids, other kids, other adults, whoever wants to talk to the little brats. And this is the most childlike icon I have so shut up]

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[weechesters.livejournal.com]

"Stop saying bad stuff about my dad," Mary said, frowning. If this wasn't a family member Mary would have decked someone by now.

[weechesters.livejournal.com]

"Don't say mean stuff about my dad either!" Maria said, pouting.

[weechesters.livejournal.com]

"Fine," Mary replied. "."

Oh, Mary.

[weechesters.livejournal.com]

"That's not the truth!" Maria yelled. "My Dad is perfect and smart and my daddy loves him and Uncle Dean loves him and everybody loves him! So there!" With a "hmph" noise, she flounced turned around and flounced stomped away to go back upstairs.

It was possible Peter had taught her a thing or two about how to try to end a fight.