"How about a nice game of tennis instead," Jon shouted without giving it much thought.
"Okay...tennis it is," Art/mom answered in her tipsy state. "But we'll just have to wait until later tonight when my game is over." She stood up, pulled her pants higher, rubbed her bottom ("I think I might have bruised my ass on the table when I fell down," Art muttered under her breath.)
Jon hurried upstairs to look for his stone while his altered mom and dad went back to their game.
