The consequences of her actions

“Heeyyy…” said Wenda flatly. “H-how are you guys?”

“Funny you said that.” Chuckled the bouncer. “We’ve had quite the day, what with being pantsed and spanked…”

“Or losing all my hair because of a “Russian” barber…”

“Or having my clothes stolen at the gym…”

“Or having my underwear exposed at the park!”

“My, you guys have had a lot of bad luck today, haven’t you?” Wenda started to nervously laugh.

“I don’t think it was bad luck.” The bouncer said with piercing eyes. “We don’t know how exactly, but we think you are responsible for our misfortunes.”

“So we figured we’re gonna get some payback.” Said Lucy.

Sweat started running down Wenda’s neck. “C-can we talk about this first?”

“You know what? I’ll let you go…” said the bouncer, the others looking in shock.

“Really, tha-“

“…If you remember my name.” Smirked the bouncer.

Her face dropping, Wenda stammered. “Ermmmm, B-bianca?”

The bouncer closed her eyes, nodded her head as she rested her hand on Wenda’s shoulder, and grinned. “Nicole.”

Scared, Wenda could only mutter a soft, barely audible,

“Crap.”

“Y-your mother is Janice Jones?” Said Leroy in shock.

“Yes, and you had something with my mother? Does that mean that you’re…?”

“I-it couldn’t be. I mean, she was horrible excuse of a person, but to not tell me she was pregnant and drop her child off at a orphanage?” Leroy sighed. ”Who am I kidding? Of course she’s that awful.”

“Unbelievable, just unbelievable.” Said Sophie in shock. “To think that I’d meet my father today.”

“I, I honestly don’t even now what to say, what to do? Just, my God! This is insane!”

“Same here. Do we hug? Talk? I don’t what we should do?”

“I am terribly, terribly sorry.” Butted Oliver in. “But shouldn’t we be saving your niece? She could be visible any second now.”

“Good God, she’s my niece as well!” Said Sophie exasperated.

“Of course, we’ll talk about this later.”

“What shall we do to her?” Said Lucy, Wenda now being dragged backstage.

“Let’s shave her head!” Shouted Micheal enthusiastically. “Let’s take those curls!”

“I don’t hate that.” Said Sandra, pinching her chin. “But we can do worse. Much worse.”

“I may have something,” said Nicole. “You were seen by no one before. So how about you’ll be seen by everyone?!”

“W-what?” Panicked Wenda.