The People!!! The People!!!

Okay, so I said that I was done for the night. I lied. The people are raging at me, and they're mad. Well, not really mad, but upset at me for shoving them to the back of my mind for so long. Here goes the rampage:
Characters: Susan and Mike
Setting: The kitchen in Mike's house (not fun)

"Well, that wasn't very fun," Susan complained, looking around at the floor, tracing her finger around the cracks in the linoleum.
"You're kidding me, right?" Mike asked. "That was awesome."
"Mike," Susan retorted, "That sucked."
"No it didn't," Mike whined. "You're just mad because I'm not as horrible as your brother. You're all pouty 'cause you didn't win this time."
"Mike, it's not about the stupid game of rock-paper-scissors!" Susan cried. "Seriously, we need to leave."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I'm bleeding, see?" Susan held out her index finger, and Mike examined the slice penetrating the skin. Red gushed from the cut.
"Eww..." Mike cooed, reaching for a band-aid in his back pocket.
"And that's not all," Susan whispered, reaching out her hand to display the gash that was stretched across her palm.
"Wow," he whispered, "rock-paper-scissors is no fun when you use real scissors."
"Mike, those were like knives."
"No, they were not. They were just really sharp scissors."
"Anyway, it was stupid, and now I'm bleeding, and we really need to leave." Blood was staring to rub off on her clothes.
"Okay, lemme just bandage you up-"
The latch to the door lock unhatched.
"Uh-oh," went Mike.

The vampires were home.
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All I can say about this story: uh-oh.
:)