Colonel Mustard in The Hot Tub Room with a Dildo

"That's the last of them," Gabriela noted as she handed the now dry plate over to Rachel. "So, what's next?"

Dinner had gone reasonably well. That's if you don't count Fred spilling his drink twice: once on himself and then on Kimberly, seated next to him. And Lacey's constant mutterings back and forth with Ramsey led to tension. Which then led to Rachel banishing her daughter over to the kitchen island to finish her meal. At least, Newt showed some signs of life by picking at his chicken until he eventually ate three-quarters of it.

"I have an idea. Harvey mentioned it yesterday as a possibility when the weather turned sour," the older redhead responded. "I think it will be a good way to distract everyone for a few hours."

"What is it?"

"You'll just have to wait."

"Tell me, tell me, tell me!" her bestie whined."

"Nope, you'll have to wait a minute until I bring it up to the others."

"It better be fun, at least."

Moving out of the kitchen, Rachel motioned to those sitting at the dining room table to follow her into the great room. Once there, she waited for the others to gather.

"So, I thought that we all could play some games," Rachel announced. "I know you're tired from a long day, so this won't require much energy, only brainpower."

"Guess that leaves Austin out," Lana remarked.

"Hey!" Lacey and Austin complained in unison.

"Lana, that was uncalled for. Apologize."

"Geez, I was only joking, Mom. Sorry."

"What kind of games, Mom?" Lacey questioned.

"Poker, we should play poker," Fred insisted as if it was the only choice.

"Strip poker!" Lana shouted. Seeing the funny looks she received from her parents, she added. "I meant for us, not you old fogies. Eww!"

"We're not playing poker — any other ideas?" the den mother of the cabin firmly denied.

"How about charades?" Kimberly offered, glancing around to see what opinions they had.

"Yay! Charades are fun," Chastity clapped in agreement. The honey blonde had decided to stick around for another night so that she could fulfill Harvey's request.

"Strip charades!" Gabby shouted, earning a dirty look from her best friend but laughter from a few others.

"Charades is a possibility if we choose two games. There are too many of us to run a single game properly," Rachel said, contemplating how to organize the game. Looking around at her friends and family, she motioned for more ideas.

"Ooh, how about Twister," Gabriela suggested.

"Don't even think of saying it," Clive warned his oldest daughter, knowing what she opened her mouth to say.

"Eh, yeah, I'm not feeling that idea."

"Well, didn't you say you had an idea already?" Gabby queried after her best friend shot her idea down.

"Yes, I do." Turning to face the large cabinet/shelf that the TV sat on, she kneeled to the floor, opening the lower cabinet door. Unable to reach far enough back, Rachel got onto her hands and knees, slowly pulling out box after box.

"Oomph!" Austin sounded as his girlfriend's elbow connected with his stomach.

"Stop staring at my mom's butt," Lacey whispered.

"I wasn't--oh, like I'm the only one that was," Austin pointed out, motioning to how Jared, Owen, and even Finn stared.

"Are those board games?" Peyton asked, recognizing a few of the boxes getting stacked.

"Yes, they are," Rachel said, finished pulling out the ones she considered as possibilities. "Harvey went out and bought about a dozen of them for the new cabin."

"They do look to still be in their plastic wrap," Clive noted.

"Board games? I'm out. There's got to be a game or poker show on TV," Fred declared, already moving toward the stairwell. "I'll be downstairs."

"What do you have, Mom?" Lacey spoke up, curious over the choices.

"We got Candyland or Chutes and Ladders. You girls always liked them."

"Holy smokes! I love Chutes and Ladders! And Candyland is the bestest!" Chastity announced.

"I'm shocked," Lana commented, earning an elbow from Peyton.

"Only if we incorporate shots into the game," Gabby insisted, getting agreement from Lana and Kimberly.

"We're not going that route, girls. This isn't turning into a repeat of last night," Rachel firmly stated. "How about A Game of Life?"

"Nah, I don't feel like getting knocked up with four kids," Lana remarked. "Unless Dad wants to be a Grandpa already?"

"Leaping lizards! You can get--"

"No, you can't," Peyton informed Chastity.

"So, Life is out," Rachel said, tossing it aside. "I think I know one or two people who would like to play Clue."

"Clue? Yes!" Ramsey shouted in joy.

"What do you say, hun?"

"Oh, you know I'm always down for a little murder mystery, hun," Clive replied to his wife's question with a glint in his eye.

"Count me out if you-now-who is playing," Lacey grumpily announced, folding her arms.

"Then you can play Monopoly and like it," her mother shot back. "Everyone cool with Clue and Monopoly?"

Murmurs of agreement answered the den mother with one exception. Owen decided to pass and join Fred downstairs. No one bothered to convince him to stay.

"I think we'll set up Clue here on the coffee table," Rachel suggested.

"Ah, yes, a murder mystery set in front of a roaring fireplace sounds delightfully sinister," Clive said in his best evil mastermind voice.

"Please, someone, anyone, kick my dad's ass in Clue," Lana pleaded.

"And we'll set up Monopoly over on the dining room table. Now, it's time to decide who's playing what," Rachel announced, scanning the room for volunteers.

"I'm going over there," Chastity said, already on the move. Not shocking anyone after her noticeable shiver after Clive's murder and sinister comments.

The six player slots for Clue quickly filled up. Joining the excited Clive and Ramsey were Finn, Kimberly, JoJo, and Jared.

"You heard me, Finny; put my dad in his place," Lana reminded him.

"Oh, daughter of mine, you forget who taught Finn everything he knows," Clive cackled with arrogance.

"Then it's time for the student to become the master. You got this, Finn," Lacey encouraged him.

Leaving the sleuth party in the great room, the rest of the guests wandered over to the dining room. There they quickly realized that they had ten people for eight game players.

"I'm fine with sitting out," Jeff offered. "It'll allow me to check up on Fred every once in a while."

"You know what, I'll play banker," Rachel told him. "My girls can't be trusted around all that fake money. The temptation proves too enticing."

"Hey! I'm not the one that regularly commits mortgage fraud," Lacey protested, her eyes on her big sister.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Lana denied. "How does one even commit that type of fraud in the game? Well, tell me, Miss Bankrobber."

"Low-interest loans are not robbing the bank!" Lacey defended herself.

"That's enough, girls! Stop acting like you're eight and eleven still, or I'm sending you to your rooms," Rachel threatened. "Now, how should we pick the tokens?"

"I want the race car!" Austin announced.

"We should each roll the dice and use that to decide," Peyton suggested.

Peyton's idea proved to be the most suitable option. Lana picked the top hat, Chastity followed with the thimble, and Newt scored the race car, must to the dismay of Austin. Lacey happily grabbed her usual token, the little dog that she said reminded her of Hutz. Gabby followed her by selecting the wheelbarrow, then Skye shrugged and took the iron. That left Peyton to select the battleship, causing more whining from Austin, who found himself stuck with the boot.

"I accuse Mrs. Peacock of using the rope in the lounge."

"No, Jared, you're supposed to suggest not accuse. If you lose, then you're out of the game," JoJo informed him.

"That sounds very kinky," remarked Kimberly/Mrs. Peacock.

"Well, how about we give Jared a pass for not--" Finn started to suggest, but Ramsey cut him off.

"No, rules are rules. Jared made an accusation. He can't take it back."

"Sorry, Jared, Ramsey is right," Clive stated. "You're going to need to check the cards."

"I'm sorry, guys. I'll make sure to do it right next time," Jared sheepishly apologized as he pulled looked down at the cards he pulled out of the envelope. "Hey, I was right!"

"What?!" Ramsey screeched. "H-How--no, that's not fair!"

"Way to go, Jared!" JoJo cheered until she remembered to be mad at her friend.

"Congratulations, Jared, you scored the first win," Clive graciously remarked before his voice took on a harder tone. "And it will be your last."

"Way to go, sweetie!" Gabriela shouted from the dining room, where Austin grumbled.

"What the hell? We haven't even started, and they finished one game already."

"Then let's start this thing," Lacey stated, rolling the dice. "Four! Aw, dammit, Income Tax."

"Haha! Pay the bank, little sis," Lana chuckled, getting a one-finger salute back.

"Lacey!"

"Sorry, Mom."

---

"Sorry, JoJo, you're out again," Clive informed the brunette after she slammed the envelope down onto the coffee table.

"I know that!"

"Whoa, calm down, Jo," Jared tried to soothe her. "Maybe you should take notes like the others are doing."

"Don't tell me how to play the game," she warned the stocky teen.

After Jared's surprise win, the game had not gone well for him/Mr. Green, JoJo/Miss Scarlet, and Kimberly/Mrs. Peacock. Clive/Colonel Mustard, Ramsey/Mrs. White and Finn/Professor Plum each had one victory. They had decided to play until the first person scored three wins.

"I accuse Mr. Green, in the conservatory with the lead pipe," Ramsey challenged on her next turn. "And I'm right!" she cheered, becoming the first player to score two wins.

"Son of a bitch! The lead pipe? The lead pipe!" JoJo screeched, whose previous guess was only off by choosing the knife instead of the cursed pipe.

"Now, JoJo, there's no need..." Clive said, wilting under her murderous glare.

"Everything alright over there, hun?" Rachel's voice sounded around the giant Christmas tree.

"Uh, I guess. How about over there?"

"Gabby just went bankrupt," she called back before lowering her voice. "No, you can not offer the banker sexual favors for a loan. Why would you ever think..."

---

"I guess it wasn't my day," Skye remarked as she landed on Lana's Pennsylvania Avenue, loaded with three houses.

The brunette with blonde highlights turned out to be the third player that went bust after Gabriela and Austin. The latter, who still complained that if only he had the race car, "The dice would've been lucky for me."

"I think it's gin time. You up for it?" Gabby asked the newly bankrupted woman.

"Gabs, I thought we agreed not to drink tonight," Rachel reminded her. "We don't want a repeat of last night."

"You said that; I never did," her BFF pointed out. "Besides, what's the worst that can happen. Nothing bad happened last night."

Rachel wanted to yell, "You screwed Bridget's kid!" but held her tongue. Instead, she tried to communicate her point non-verbally, but Gabby ignored it.

"Sure, why not," Skye responded, getting up.

"Sorry!" Chastity said after bankrupting Skye. The honey blonde had stacks of fake cash and property cards in front, showcasing her growing empire.

"Come on, Newt!" Peyton cheered on her brother's best friend, who now sat last in funds. "Six, that's Community Chest."

Pulling the card from the middle of the board, Newt groaned when he saw it said Hospital Fees Pay $50.

"That's okay, next time you'll get some money. Then, it all evens out," Peyton reassured him.

Lacey rolled a five next, sending her to the Free Parking spot.

"Always a freeloader, aren't you?" Lana remarked as she rolled the dice. "Eleven, yes! Always a lucky number. Let's see...Chance. Alright, time for momma to get some free loot--Go Directly to Jail...shit!"

"You can rot in there for all I care."

"Lacey, that's an awful thing to tell your sister," Rachel scolded her youngest child.

"Sorry, Mo--"

DING DONG

---

"Sorry to bother you, Clive."

"Not at all, Chief. You want to come in?"

"Thanks, but I'm heading off to bed after this stop. Got a lot more tree clearing to do, starting bright and early," Chief Colburn explained. "I just wanted a moment to update you on what I found out that hospital...in private."

Clive turned around to see Lacey peeking around the corner.

"Lace, let me talk to Chief Colburn. I'll let all of you know in a few minutes about any new information."

"But, Daaadddd, I wanna know about Whitney and Sean," the petite redhead whined.

"Go back to your game. The chief has had a long day. Let's not keep him any longer than necessary."

"Fine!" Lacey shrieked, stomping all the way back to the dining room. "What?! You do not get fined $200 for missing your turn. Mom! Lana's making up bullshit rules."

"Yeah, my youngest. We're playing Monopoly and Clue," Clive explained, embarrassed at the sounds of his two daughters screaming at each other. "She's quite emotional over Whitney and Sean."

"Uh-huh. Sounds like they're upset over something," Chief Colburn replied. "So, about Whitney's injury: it turns out she fell on her own. That means Owen is in the clear."

---

"What the hell is wrong with our kids? Where did we go wrong?" Clive asked Rachel in the kitchen.

"Oh, they're both upset over Whitney and Sean, hun."

"They were fighting well before that happened. Seems like they had a big blowup at the pond," he recalled.

"Yes, I meant to talk to them about that, but then everything happened, and I never had a chance," Rachel noted. "I'll talk to them later. So, what happened with the game?"

"Finn won when I was talking to Colburn. That gave him three wins," Clive relayed. "Kid's sneaky, I tell ya. I thought Ramsey was my main competition up until the end. I think Finn spent all game learning everyone's tells and then struck."

"That's our boy. Good for him," Rachel beamed, proud of Finn. "Aww, don't be upset, honey. Finn's the son you always wanted. He's learned more from you than Fred."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But it still stings to lose. Hey, so what happened with Monopoly?"

"Chastity kicked all their butts," Rachel said, shaking her head in surprise.

"Well, good for her. So what's up next, gamemaster?"

"I decided that I wanted peace and quiet."

"Good luck with that."

"No luck necessary. I kicked the kids out to the sunroom. So us adults get the great room and the fireplace all to ourselves," Rachel announced. "That's if Gabby doesn't get anymore tipsy than she is already."

"Uh, are the girls in the sunroom too?" Clive asked, noticing how quiet the room sounded.

"Nope, they were sent to their rooms for an hour as punishment."

"Uh, hun, aren't they staying in the same room?"

"Shit! I knew I forget something," Rachel exclaimed, slapping her forehead. "And that room is soundproof."