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[#023] Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging (October Daye Series)
Theme Prompt: #023 – In for a Penny
Title: Sugar, We’re Going Down Swinging
Fandom: The October Daye Series
Rating/Warnings: (Language, violence, mature content, spoilers?)
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 569
Summary: Of all the things faerie has thrown at her in recent years, of all the battles and battery and bloodshed, this is the thing that she is absolutely least prepared for, and the one she would have least expected.
“This is a terrible idea.”
“As far as terrible ideas go, I can’t say this is your worst, little fish.” Tybalt’s tone is a teasing one, clearly indicating that he thinks she’s making a mountain out of a molehill, but Toby isn’t entirely sure that that’s the case. Of all the things faerie has thrown at her in recent years, of all the battles and battery and bloodshed, this is the thing that she is absolutely least prepared for, and the one she would have least expected.
Never would she have thought that one of the Divided Courts would have condoned something like paintball. Then again, this is probably to be expected when the owner of the knowe is a seventeen year-old noble and it’s his birthday.
“Your confidence in me is endearing,” Toby sighs, before glancing back over her shoulder. “Who’s bright idea was it to put all the teenagers on the opposing team?”
“You let Dean pick the teams,” May points out with a grin as she does a dramatic series of stretches and rolls her shoulders. “And speak for yourself. You may be no spring chicken, but I think I can keep up.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep. It’s time to bust some cats.”
Tybalt looks up for a moment, almost alarmed at the statement. “You are aware that I’m on your team, are you not?”
Toby smirks before shaking her head. “I think she meant ‘bust some caps.’ Slang.” Tybalt doesn’t look all that comforted, so she stops before she can point out that Raj, Tybalt’s Cait Sidhe heir is on the opposing team, so if they’re going to win they’re going to have to bust at least one cat, but that isn’t really the point.
“Whatever,” May shrugs. “We can do this! It’s just a matter of mind over matter.”
“Matter being that they are younger, faster, and way more prone to cheating?”
May considers for a moment, because okay, Toby may have a point there, but almost as soon as she pauses to think it over, a sly grin crosses her face. “If they’re going to cheat, we might as well cheat back.”
Toby hesitates at that, because this sounds like the kind of plan that is going to result in someone losing a limb, but she’s willing to try anything at this point. “Okay. What did you have in mind?”
The smile that crosses May’s face in response is something you’re more likely to find on a mad scientist than Toby’s erstwhile Fetch, and Toby already regrets agreeing to do this May’s way. “Do you trust me?”
“No.” Tybalt’s face makes that very clear, and Toby reaches over to rest her hand on his arm as a gesture of reassurance, even if she’s not necessarily reassured herself, before nodding her head.
“I do. To a point.” She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “But we might as well go all out. In for a penny, in for a pound?”
Tybalt makes a face, before swallowing and nodding his agreement. “Alright, fine. But if any of us lose a limb, I want to make sure my objection is noted.”
“Noted,” May says with a grin. “I’m going to need a flag, some ping-pong balls and a chicken.”
Toby blinks at her for a moment, before shaking her head as she goes to try and gather the ingredients listed. “I regret this already.”
Title: Sugar, We’re Going Down Swinging
Fandom: The October Daye Series
Rating/Warnings: (Language, violence, mature content, spoilers?)
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 569
Summary: Of all the things faerie has thrown at her in recent years, of all the battles and battery and bloodshed, this is the thing that she is absolutely least prepared for, and the one she would have least expected.
“This is a terrible idea.”
“As far as terrible ideas go, I can’t say this is your worst, little fish.” Tybalt’s tone is a teasing one, clearly indicating that he thinks she’s making a mountain out of a molehill, but Toby isn’t entirely sure that that’s the case. Of all the things faerie has thrown at her in recent years, of all the battles and battery and bloodshed, this is the thing that she is absolutely least prepared for, and the one she would have least expected.
Never would she have thought that one of the Divided Courts would have condoned something like paintball. Then again, this is probably to be expected when the owner of the knowe is a seventeen year-old noble and it’s his birthday.
“Your confidence in me is endearing,” Toby sighs, before glancing back over her shoulder. “Who’s bright idea was it to put all the teenagers on the opposing team?”
“You let Dean pick the teams,” May points out with a grin as she does a dramatic series of stretches and rolls her shoulders. “And speak for yourself. You may be no spring chicken, but I think I can keep up.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep. It’s time to bust some cats.”
Tybalt looks up for a moment, almost alarmed at the statement. “You are aware that I’m on your team, are you not?”
Toby smirks before shaking her head. “I think she meant ‘bust some caps.’ Slang.” Tybalt doesn’t look all that comforted, so she stops before she can point out that Raj, Tybalt’s Cait Sidhe heir is on the opposing team, so if they’re going to win they’re going to have to bust at least one cat, but that isn’t really the point.
“Whatever,” May shrugs. “We can do this! It’s just a matter of mind over matter.”
“Matter being that they are younger, faster, and way more prone to cheating?”
May considers for a moment, because okay, Toby may have a point there, but almost as soon as she pauses to think it over, a sly grin crosses her face. “If they’re going to cheat, we might as well cheat back.”
Toby hesitates at that, because this sounds like the kind of plan that is going to result in someone losing a limb, but she’s willing to try anything at this point. “Okay. What did you have in mind?”
The smile that crosses May’s face in response is something you’re more likely to find on a mad scientist than Toby’s erstwhile Fetch, and Toby already regrets agreeing to do this May’s way. “Do you trust me?”
“No.” Tybalt’s face makes that very clear, and Toby reaches over to rest her hand on his arm as a gesture of reassurance, even if she’s not necessarily reassured herself, before nodding her head.
“I do. To a point.” She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “But we might as well go all out. In for a penny, in for a pound?”
Tybalt makes a face, before swallowing and nodding his agreement. “Alright, fine. But if any of us lose a limb, I want to make sure my objection is noted.”
“Noted,” May says with a grin. “I’m going to need a flag, some ping-pong balls and a chicken.”
Toby blinks at her for a moment, before shaking her head as she goes to try and gather the ingredients listed. “I regret this already.”
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