Yeah, That Just Happened

Scotty walked in with a blank face,"What happened in here?"

We were all a little shook up, but the hilarity of the situation was about to set in and we knew we would all be alright. We opened the door to them, we let them in. Once we allowed them into our home, they knew they could do whatever the hell they wanted, and they did.

The five of us were just being kids, simply fooling around. A balcony and 500 water balloons gone wrong in a fit of rage. We were having fun, not being malicious.

Two, five, number eight landed at the blonde, stocky one's feet. The brunette in the work shirt turned around, "Water balloons, funny." Ten minutes later he was throwing our Brita pitcher and flipping our coffee table. They cleaned off our kitchen counters with their anger and threw a glass at the kitchen floor, the cup shattered at my feet. And he was right, this was funny and I was laughing.

"So, who the fuck's been throwing water balloons?" Work shirt yelled. "HAVE YOU?"
"No," Grace said from the couch next to Alex.
"Yes," Brianni said from the kitchen sink, with a florescent balloon in her hand.

The Brita pitcher smashed into the floor.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into," he screamed.

Then the coffee table flipped up onto the couch.

"You need to leave, because right now, what you're doing is way worse than what we did to you. I am calling the cops." I said straight faced, holding back a smile.
"I worked for the fucking PD, I have them on speed dial, let me call them." He screamed at Brianni and me, with veins pumping in his neck and bulging eyes. He displayed this number proudly on his cell phone, like the badge he had probably lost after a rage blackout when he formally worked for the Madison Police Department.

"Call them then, because if you don't I'm going to," I lied.
"Let's call them from outside," Blonde Man said, pulling at Work Shirt.

They were mad, this was more than apparent through their violence.

Then broken glass at my feet.

After a lot of screaming and more threats they left. We stared at the apartment, all of us replaying the incident over and over again in our heads. We learned our lesson, but only sort of. "What the fuck just happened?" was the mutual look on all of our faces.

"You know what we should have done?" Brianni questioned.
"What?" I asked.
"We should have stood on the balcony after they left and waited for them to leave the building and thrown some more fucking balloons at them," she laughed.
"Oh my God, that's brilliant."