Painting Party

I never knew paint could be as big of a problem as it ended up being the last time I ever used paint. You would think adults knew more about what was going to happen when wine was mixed with painting parties, but I guess common sense occasionally gets thrown out the window. Everything started going downhill as soon as the party started. A few of the guests had been at the bar down the street and by the time they arrived, they were already a few drinks in. 

Usually I didn’t mind when people came straight from a bar because it usually meant I was slipped a few more tips by the end. During that fateful class, Tyler quickly became the main culprit, but was followed closely by Jennifer. I had a hard time deciding whether the two were married, were cousins or were siblings. Their behavior was so grossly inappropriate during the painting party, I think most other attendees were uncomfortable. 

When I was about to politely ask them to leave (or as politely as I could at that time), the two loudly and abruptly lost all control. While their paint ended up covering their clothes and entire bodies, but miraculously no one else, they calmly walked out the front door like nothing had happened. We all stared after them in disbelief, but all seemingly shook our heads and turned back to our paintings. Turned back exactly when the car the two got into exploded.