Four figures sat in a darkened room, the soft light of a television illuminating them slightly. Vincent's prominent nose reflected the light as he sat in his favorite recliner, absentmindedly playing with a tube of lipstick as he watched. To his left, Piper sat on one end of the large, cushy couch, with William on the other end. Between them, Suzy was curled up in a small blanket, her head on Will's shoulder. The two on the couch looked at the sleeping girl, still wondering how she'd managed to fall asleep, blaming it on a lack of sleep the previous night (Since when could she ignore men in lipstick? It was a miracle that Will wasn't wearing some bright crimson shade right now). She'd been out for about fifteen minutes, and, surprisingly, none of their antics had woken her up yet. The only movement she'd made the entire time was falling slightly onto Will's right shoulder, and that had been ten minutes ago. William and Piper silently agreed to let her sleep – she looked worn out. "Rocky!" The character in question turned his head, remaining silent. "Bullwinkle!" the participants yelled, answering the screen. Awoken by the sudden noise, Suzy jumped slightly, then shifted in a vain attempt to be comfortable again. The action was so small that it was barely noticed, though Will snickered in amusement, looking down at her and quirking an eyebrow in question. Suzy mock-glared at him before turning her eyes back to the television. Piper, laughing at the movie, had missed the entire exchange, as had Vincent, who was reapplying his lipstick. Looking back at the screen, the dark-haired man tucked his lipstick away into the recesses of his coat and rose from his recliner, going through the door on his right. Suzy sat up straight, covering her hand with her mouth as she yawned. She poked Piper, gesturing to the plate on the side table. Piper picked up the plate of toast, taking two slices before passing the plate to Suzy. Once the plate had made its rounds, it was returned to the table, with two pieces left for Vincent. A few moments later, the dark Spaniard returned to the room, billowing in his frock coat and carrying a large tablecloth under one arm. The characters of the movie were just sitting down to a nice meal, he noticed, so he had just enough time to complete his task. He approached the middle of living room, stopping in front of the couch (but not in the way of the screen - oh no, he was not stupid enough to get between these three and their Rocky Horror Picture Show viewing), and spread the tablecloth on the floor. He looked at his three friends, pleading silently, before crouching beside the cloth in the floor. His toast remained untouched on the plate. "A toast!" The group then threw their toast slices, aiming for the cloth. Vincent watched as the poor little slices flew through the air, skidding across the cloth, and leaving little trails of crumb. He dove a few feet as one of Piper's overzealously thrown pieces soared past the safe target, and caught the rogue before toppling onto his back. As bits of toast crumbles fell onto his face, Piper picked up the toast plate and hurried to where he was still in the floor, helping him up and apologizing. He stood, setting the saved toast on the plate, and brushing himself off with as much dignity as possible, before taking the plate from her and stooping to pick up the rest of the toast. Piper made her way back to her seat on the couch, and the three watched as their friend managed to look uncannily sophisticated while picking up toast from a tablecloth in the floor. Still nervous about being the center of attention, Vincent scooped up the pieces of toast, stacking them haphazardly on the plate as quickly as humanly possible. He turned to set the plate back on the table, but lost his footing as the tablecloth moved under his feet, its soft surface slipping against the smooth hardwood flooring. He quickly righted himself, but watched in horror as his worst nightmare came true. As if in slow motion, a single piece of perfectly toasted bread fell from the top of the teetering stack, plunging through the air. Vincent cringed at it hit the floor, bouncing ever so slightly as one of its corners collided with the hard wood. He sat the plate back on the side table and sighed, crossing himself before stooping to pick up the fallen toast. "Vincent, you're not Catholic," Suzy said, frowning slightly as her friend dropped the piece of toast into the trashcan, one hand over his eyes. "I know, but that piece was," he replied, his tone remorseful and completely serious. The dignified man turned on his heel, his frock coat snapping sharply in the air, and walked into the kitchen, followed shortly by Suzy. Sighing, he opened the fridge, inspecting its contents and shuffling things around a bit before procuring butter, and several types of jelly. He handed these to Suzy, motioning for her to take them to the living room before following her with several butter knives and a small stack of napkins. Upon their return, the two noticed that Piper had paused the movie for them. They handed out napkins and knives, and then the four friends passed around the toast and condiments. As soon as all the toast was thoroughly buttered or jellied, Piper un-paused the movie. The group of RHPS fans watched, eating their toast, and occasionally emitting toast crumbles when the extra lines snuck up on them.
