Vexation ↠ Total Drama Action

04- Beach Blanket Bogus

Logan's POV

"Duncan?" I asked, grabbing a tray. He stood at the Killer Grips table in the crafts services tent, messing around with something.

"What?"

"What are you doing?" I slowly approached him to see a salt shaker in his hand.

I placed the tray down on the table before looking up at him with a hand on my hip. "Really?"

"It's just a small prank. No need to act like Courtney," he said, setting the salt shaker back down on the table. I rolled my eyes.

"Actually I'm upset that you didn't even ask me to help you," I riposted. "Now pass me the pepper."

Duncan smirked, sliding the other shaker towards me. I unscrewed the cap a little bit, and nudged it over to the salt shaker.

"Good job, vertically challenged. Following in my footsteps I see," Duncan hummed, walking behind me to the counter top.

I let out a small huff. "Yeah yeah, whatever."

I collected Chef's breakfast for today which consisted of some brown slop that looked more repulsive than the bowl of paste we had the first day of camp.

As I headed over to our table, I caught sight of Heather who waved at Beth and Lindsay. The two girls ignored her, ambling over to Justin. She looked down at her plate doleful.

"Hey, Heather!" I gave her a soft smile as I slid into the seat across from her. "Your nails look nice." I motioned to her freshly painted nails.

"I did them last night," she responded with a slight curve of her lips.

"Nice. Maroon's a good colour on you," I complimented as Duncan slid into the seat next to me.

"Chef really hasn't been on his A-game lately with the breakfast," Duncan said, jamming a fork into his crud of a meal.

"Well I personally think this brown sludge looks delightful." I raised my plate to show off my 'breakfast'.

"This ain't no five star gourmet! You get what I give you and you eat it!" Chef yelled from a few feet away, dropping his scoopful of eggs to the ground.

"All right drill sergeant." I saluted causing him to blow steam out of his ears.

"Touchy," I muttered, slipping a spoonful of the food into my mouth.

As I did so, I heard someone slightly gasp. I turned my body around to see a plateful of salt now on Trent's eggs. After nudging Duncan, he immediately bursted out into fistfuls of laughter.

"Ah, sorry about the morning as-salt!" Duncan cackled as Heather and I smiled. Gwen reached over and smacked his head.

"Third grade called. You're due back in class," Gwen chastised.

"Real mature," Trent griped. "Don't you know it's bad luck to spill salt?" He went to go throw some salt in my direction, but I quickly dodged it. Unfortunately, it flew straight into Heather's face.

"AHHH!" she screamed, jumping up to her feet. I winced.

"Nothing a little pepper won't fix," Trent spoke, reaching out for the pepper. He tried to sprinkle some onto his plate, but the cap fell off and dumped the spice all over his eggs.

"Now that one was me," I announced, high fiving Duncan. Gwen pulled on my hair.

"Ouch!" I rubbed my scalp.

Trent chucked the pepper over his shoulder again and just to Heather's luck, it landed in her eye. Again.

Duncan and I laughed as Heather ran around the room, screaming. We soon headed over to Trent's table to see the output of our escapade.