Emergency

"Sesa..."

Sesa groaned and sat up, looking at the clock.

3:30 pm.

Damn.
He had missed the bus again.
"Meh. No big deal, I'll just walk." He says, taking a chug of vodka and grabbing his guitar. He walked to his front door, picked up a pick out of the bowl in which he put all his guitar pics, and inspected it.
He wasn't really in a skull and crossbones mood, so he switched it out with a more subtle punk skull one.

And as soon as he opened the door, he felt a small thing tackle into him.
"Sesa!" Taiga says cutely, holding onto his legs.
"Taiga." Sesa replies, checking his pockets.
"I'm bored."
"Go play the PlayStation. I gotta get to work."
"But-"
"Taiga, seriously. I gotta go." He says, stepping over her and out of the door, making Taiga pout and sigh. As she stood up, she heard Kara come downstairs and yawn.

"Hey, Taiga. What's for breakfast?" She asks, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Kara was the kind of girl that everyone wanted to date, and not just because of how she looked. Kara had a master's in psychology, and she graduated from college at the age of 15. As for parents, she didn't have much in that way, but she had friends, and that's all that matters.

So yeah, she was Taiga's polar opposite.

"Kara, it's three in the afternoon." Taiga says, flopping onto the couch.
If taiga were honest, she could almost swear she wanted to hurt Kara.
But why hurt a friend?

"Shut up, Taiga. I know what time it is." Kara snaps, taking a drink of water.

Oh, Taiga thought as she watched Kara try to rid herself of her massive hangover, That's why I don't like her. Hmm, I wonder what Sesa is doing...
"Sesa..."

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He ducked as the receptionist threw mug of hot coffee at him, it smashing just above his head as he does so.

"You asshole! I'm not pregnant!" She yelled, continuing to throw items you wouldn't expect to be weapons of mass destruction.
"I didn't say that, damn it! I said maybe you should--"
"Get an abortion!" She interrupted, pelting him with an assortment of staples.
"On your freaking car loan! Geez!" He replies, somehow unscathed through all of this.

Sesa tripped and fell face first at the feet of his mate Jo-Jo, who picked him up and caught the coffee cup she threw at him, smashing it in his giant French fist.
"Sesa, stop teasing the intern. Intern, stop harassing him." Jo-Jo states, setting Sesa to the side like a kitten.
"He started it!" The intern yells, and his brother speaks up.
"And we're ending it. Go back to being an intern. Sesa, do you even know what an abortion is?" Sota asks, smoking a cigarette.
Sesa rubbed his head, then snapped his fingers. "Abortion means to abort, right? Give up?"
Sota sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"No, moron, it's a medical procedure. It's where-"
"Would you bloody idiots shut up already? You're late, Okomota! Where the hell were you?" Their manager, Derik, yelled as per usual.
Sesa scoffs, then rolls his eyes.
"I was too busy with your mom to give a shit about work."

Derik sighed and pointed to the recording studio.
"Shut up and get in the room, douchebag." He says, seeing the three walk into the room with their instruments.

After about half an hour, Derik stopped them.
"Alright, alright, that's enough. Guys, you need a new voice." He says, walking in through the door.
Almost immediately, Jo-Jo and Sota stood to defend Sesa when Sesa said, "Yeah, I agree. I'll look for one."
Derik gave him an unsure look, but Sesa added, "Derik, you and I both know I can spot talent a million miles away. 'Cmon, man."
Their manager sighs and nods.
"Fine. But you screw up one more time, you're out of the band. Got it?"
Sesa nods, secretly wishing Derik would just drop dead.