Doug, Jubilee, and Marie-Ange
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xp_logsDoug wreaks his dastardly revenge for Jubilee's theft of his pie.
It had been a somewhat quiet night for New York city standards, but it was raining, so that wasn't a surprise, really. Apart from the occational cat fight in the street, of both the human and animal kind, there was only the low hum of electric lighting and the hoot of a car horn to disturb.
It was thus that the very high pitched scream, and the accompanied swearing and banging woke Doug from his slumber. It would appear that his bait had been taken, and the game was afoot.
Sometimes revenge was a dish best served cold, and sometimes it was best served blisteringly hot. In this case, hot suited the crime much better than cold. Doug padded noiselessly down his hallway to the kitchen and flicked the light on. "Heya, Jubes," he said conversationally, a smirk on his face.
"You Ramsey, are a dead man." Jubilee croaked from her position at his sink, her eyes red and watering after having consumed the rather fiery pizza. "What the hell was on that pizza?"
"Remember those naga jolokia peppers I linked you to a while back?" Doug asked. "The ones that you were all 'let's see which of us can eat more of'?" He snorted, the smirk still twitching his lips upward. "I diced a couple of them and put them on the pizza as payback for the pie. Even _I_ don't eat those suckers undiluted."
Jubilee simply stared at him for a moment, her mind processing this quietly before she turned and walked over to his fridge, pulling a carton out, before walking back over to his cupboards and pulling out a glass.
"Dirty pool, man. Dirty, dirty pool. You realise, of course, that this means war." she noted, an amused tone permeating the still croaky edge to her voice.
Doug would have been cranky about Jubilee 'liberating' his milk, but he had in fact stocked that carton in advance of the pizza. The carton even said "FOR JUBILEE" in tidy block printing on it. While he enjoyed a good prank, he wasn't mean-spirited about it.
"Maybe not now, maybe not even next week but soon! Soon, and then I shall have my revenge!" Jubilee continued, having taken a drink of milk. Her evil laugh at the end was somewhat hindered by the milk mustache she'd acquired. "Good prank though, a pity to waste a pizza on it."
Doug pulled another glass out of the cupboard and poured himself a glass of milk. Then he took the pizza from Jubilee and flicked several of the larger pieces of pepper off of it into the sink. "Who says I was going to waste it?" he asked before taking a large bite.
Jubilee took a sip of her milk, musing for a moment as she watched him eat the pizza. "So, any particular reason you figured I'd be back, that you'd go to such trouble to prank me?"
Doug grinned. "I learned from a master. And Rule Number One is that you never let an affront to your food pass without a good pranking."
"Ahhh. I see." Jubilee noted, wiping the milk from her mouth finally. "Remind me to send Jamie a stink bomb in the mail."
She looked down at what she was wearing, snoopy pjs this time. What was it with her and ending up in people's apartments in her pyjamas. She spent a moment thanking whatever diety was looking after her that it hadn't been Sarah or Mark's apartment. Either place was a somewhat dangerous area for someone sleepwalking, which she must have been doing considering she couldn't remember up till the point she'd felt a burning sensation in her mouth.
The sleepwalking was somewhat disturbing. But Doug supposed it was better that Jubilee come wandering into his apartment, rather than Betsy, or Pete, or Remy, all of whom might take a late-night breakin a bit more violently than he. Which was why he'd started leaving the kitchen window unlatched just to make things a bit easier on her. Still, it might be time to discreetly say something to Sofia.
Much like the last time, the door to Doug's room creaked open, and Marie-Ange padded out, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "What are you two... " She paused, eyes falling on the slice of Pizza in Doug's hand, Jubilee's red face and watering eyes, and the half-drunk glass of milk. "I am not kissing you until all of the traces of that demon food are -gone-." she said to Doug, raising a incredulous eyebrow at him. And before Jubilee could open her mouth, added "I am not kissing you at -all-, Jubilation Lee."
It had been a somewhat quiet night for New York city standards, but it was raining, so that wasn't a surprise, really. Apart from the occational cat fight in the street, of both the human and animal kind, there was only the low hum of electric lighting and the hoot of a car horn to disturb.
It was thus that the very high pitched scream, and the accompanied swearing and banging woke Doug from his slumber. It would appear that his bait had been taken, and the game was afoot.
Sometimes revenge was a dish best served cold, and sometimes it was best served blisteringly hot. In this case, hot suited the crime much better than cold. Doug padded noiselessly down his hallway to the kitchen and flicked the light on. "Heya, Jubes," he said conversationally, a smirk on his face.
"You Ramsey, are a dead man." Jubilee croaked from her position at his sink, her eyes red and watering after having consumed the rather fiery pizza. "What the hell was on that pizza?"
"Remember those naga jolokia peppers I linked you to a while back?" Doug asked. "The ones that you were all 'let's see which of us can eat more of'?" He snorted, the smirk still twitching his lips upward. "I diced a couple of them and put them on the pizza as payback for the pie. Even _I_ don't eat those suckers undiluted."
Jubilee simply stared at him for a moment, her mind processing this quietly before she turned and walked over to his fridge, pulling a carton out, before walking back over to his cupboards and pulling out a glass.
"Dirty pool, man. Dirty, dirty pool. You realise, of course, that this means war." she noted, an amused tone permeating the still croaky edge to her voice.
Doug would have been cranky about Jubilee 'liberating' his milk, but he had in fact stocked that carton in advance of the pizza. The carton even said "FOR JUBILEE" in tidy block printing on it. While he enjoyed a good prank, he wasn't mean-spirited about it.
"Maybe not now, maybe not even next week but soon! Soon, and then I shall have my revenge!" Jubilee continued, having taken a drink of milk. Her evil laugh at the end was somewhat hindered by the milk mustache she'd acquired. "Good prank though, a pity to waste a pizza on it."
Doug pulled another glass out of the cupboard and poured himself a glass of milk. Then he took the pizza from Jubilee and flicked several of the larger pieces of pepper off of it into the sink. "Who says I was going to waste it?" he asked before taking a large bite.
Jubilee took a sip of her milk, musing for a moment as she watched him eat the pizza. "So, any particular reason you figured I'd be back, that you'd go to such trouble to prank me?"
Doug grinned. "I learned from a master. And Rule Number One is that you never let an affront to your food pass without a good pranking."
"Ahhh. I see." Jubilee noted, wiping the milk from her mouth finally. "Remind me to send Jamie a stink bomb in the mail."
She looked down at what she was wearing, snoopy pjs this time. What was it with her and ending up in people's apartments in her pyjamas. She spent a moment thanking whatever diety was looking after her that it hadn't been Sarah or Mark's apartment. Either place was a somewhat dangerous area for someone sleepwalking, which she must have been doing considering she couldn't remember up till the point she'd felt a burning sensation in her mouth.
The sleepwalking was somewhat disturbing. But Doug supposed it was better that Jubilee come wandering into his apartment, rather than Betsy, or Pete, or Remy, all of whom might take a late-night breakin a bit more violently than he. Which was why he'd started leaving the kitchen window unlatched just to make things a bit easier on her. Still, it might be time to discreetly say something to Sofia.
Much like the last time, the door to Doug's room creaked open, and Marie-Ange padded out, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "What are you two... " She paused, eyes falling on the slice of Pizza in Doug's hand, Jubilee's red face and watering eyes, and the half-drunk glass of milk. "I am not kissing you until all of the traces of that demon food are -gone-." she said to Doug, raising a incredulous eyebrow at him. And before Jubilee could open her mouth, added "I am not kissing you at -all-, Jubilation Lee."
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