Pest Control
"Okay, so now that we've got him, what are we gonna do with him?"
Angelo, Jono and Tristan stood in the Academy's arage. Or rather Angelo and Jono stood in the garage, Tristan being strapped upside down to the back wall.
::I'm all for killing him.::
"Before that."
::We c'n torture 'im, I suppose.::
"Bueno."
"Um, guys?"
::Did yer bring th' pliers?::
"Guys?"
"Nah, I forgot. I think there's a blowtorch out here somewhere though.."
::That's just bloody fantastic. How c'n yer orture someone properly without pliers?::
"GUYS!"
::What?!:: The two teens looked down at the boy's head. His face was turning an interesting shade of red.
"Lissen," His speech blurred by too much alcohol, Tristan took several deep breaths to try to steady himself. "This was fun, really. I mean the fake ID's and the strip club was really great, but I think I wanna go upstairs and lie down now. If you could get me down from here..?"
::D'ya hear that? He wants us t' let 'im down.::
"Sorry muchacho, no can do."
"No, really. Quit joking."
Jono shook his head and turned back to Ange. ::Do yer at least have a wrench?::
"Si! Got a screwdriver too."
::We can use that.::
Tristan made a nasty choking noise.
"I wonder if his head will explode if we leave him like that."
::Dunno.::
"Jonothan? Angelo? I'm having trouble breathing.." Tristan began to moan pathetically.
::Tape?::
"Tape." Angelo grabbed the silvery roll and began to engulf the blond boy's head in it.
::Yer better use more, I c'n still hear 'im.::
The keening subsided to a muffled snuffling sound.
"Great. Now," Ange rose from his crouching position, "How do you wanna do this?"
::Lemme think a bit.:: Jono's eyes roved over the garage walls, finally settling on a chainsaw. ::'Ere now..::
Angelo followed his gaze. "I dunno. It'd make a big mess and I don't wanna get Frost after us for this." He wandered toward the other corner of the garage, quietly muttering to himself in spanish.
::She won't care so long as we keep it off of her upholstery,:: Jono wheedled.
"Wait, wait, here it is!" Angelo emerged with the blowtorch held triumphantly over his head.
::Awright, let's light it up..:: Jono wandered over and took it from his hands, turning it over to read the instructions.
Angelo snatched it back. He set it on the ground and knelt by it. "So what are you gonna tell Paige about this?" he asked almost casually, fingering a dial.
Jono's eyes widened in surprise. ::Me? I thought you were gonna tell 'er.::
Ange stopped fiddling with the torch. "No..." he said slowly, "You're the one who wants to go out her. You tell her."
::No I don't.:: Jono's surprise radiated through Ange's mind. ::You do.::
"Um, no. I don't. I can't." Angelo palmed his face. "And you don't wanna date her either?"
::Not a chance. I didn't think she could be so dumb. No offense,:: he quickly amended when he saw the look on his friend's face. ::Why don't you wanna have 'er?::
Angelo turned red. Jono chortled. Well, as much as he was able to chortle.
::Who is it? Not Monet.. Jubilee? That little redheaded bird in english..?::
Angelo mumbled something under his breath.
::What?::
"Miz Frost, okay?"
::FROST?!:: Jono's 'voice' was deafening.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Don't tell everyone! Do you think I want to hear Jubilee making jokes about it for the rest of my life?"
::Yer serious?::
"We're..working on it," Ange demurred. "Don't get too excited."
Jono thought about it a minute. ::Y'know, I was thinking about taking Kitty Pryde out. I heard she's gorra thing for Brits...::
"Mm. We should let him down then, huh?"
::Think we can scare him into not tellin' Sean?:: The two boys walked back over to Tristan.
"I'll see if I can get Emma to mind- aw, fuck."
::What?::
"I think we used too much tape."
The boys silently contemplated the display before them. Finally Angelo let out his breath in a rush.
"Leave him here?"
::Shit. Yeh.::
The two boys slunk out of the garage leaving the evidence of the night's escapade behind.
The next morning Paige noticed the side door to the garage open while on her morning jog. She went in.
"Oh Mah GAWD!"
-fin-
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