You invite Jade over, and Jane invites Dirk. Jade arrives at four with a sleeping bag in hand and a backpack in another, packed to the brim with snacks and games. Dirk arrives at six with just a hand bag filled with stuff he needs.
The night was fun, many games were played, and you remember playing monopoly until you threw your cards down, including Boardwalk and Pacific Avenue, onto the board and walk off in frustration. Jade laughs, and Jane shakes her head. Dirk only flashes a small smile as he had ever so kindly put you into debt. You scowl because you can't tell what he's thinking behind those dumb glasses.
Pizza was ordered by your Dad and you took at least half of the first one. Pepperoni is, and forever will be your favourite and you fought Jade for the last slice, tussling and smacking eachother with pillows that you took from your linen closet. You look up from being pinned under Jade to see Dirk grabbed the last slice while you were strifing. You silently vow to get revenge later.
Jade and you both planned it, a simple slap to the face with shaving cream. So simple it probably wasn't even in Colonel Sassacre's book, but you didn't care. You needed to avenge the lost slice.
The first try failed. You guessed either you or Jade alerted him, but he quickly excused himself to sit out on the balcony with Jane, so you plan for a later time. He seems to purposely stay on the balcony for a long time, so you wash off your hands and chat with Jade.
It was 8 pm, and you try for the second time. Jade was talking to him about science or something of that sort, but you didn't care because you were stalking your Strider prey.
You step behind him and raise your hand, but it seemed he knew you were there because he side stepped, and turned. A calloused hand grabs your wrist and you prepare yourself for the worst.
You end up with shaving cream on your face and your shirt, and a bigger thirst for revenge. Jade laughs and Dirk musters up a faint snicker, and even Jane and your father laugh too.
At that moment you knew he was really going to go down.
Third time is the charm and you manage to jump Dirk from behind and get a good amount of it on his face. He manages to shove you off, turn, and wipe some of the shaving cream off of his face and smear it across your own. It gets onto your glasses and into your dark hair. You curse and growl at Dirk, and he only laughs.
"Revenge is sweet, isn't it?"
You only somewhat agree.
Jade helps you clean it out of your hair and she's laughing the entire time. You wipe some of it off and flick it at her with an indignant look on your face. She only laughs harder, her shoulders shaking as she snorts and snickers.
"You should've known he was gonna fight back!"
Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. All you knew is that tonight was going to be a war.
You try the simple prank of a bucket of water above a door. He spots you setting it up and in less than ten minutes you end up with soaked, dripping clothes and Jane apologising with a smile on her face. She set it off, and you don't mind since it's all fun and games.
Right?
Strider was still going to go down.
You once offer to give him a glass of Kool-aid, which you spiked with a bit of hot sauce, as you heard gossip from Roxy that he couldn't handle spice, but he politely declines, and not-so-inconspicuously shows you that he had a water bottle in his hand, that you knew he probably stole from Jane.
You would offer again, but you knew for a fact he'd become suspicious at that, so you dump the glass in the sink and wash it out.
It's nearing 9 pm and you still haven't gotten the upper hand with Dirk, Jade suggests throwing the towel in for the night, but you protest that there's still three hours until midnight. She agrees, but doesn't suggest any ideas for pranks. You don't have any good ideas either.
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