Kaylin's Curse.Part2
After setting aside the sodden brown mess that at one point had been cocktail napkins, Tresa took another sip of her coffee and eyed her friend's empty cup.
"You want half of mine?" Tresa offered finally, as Kaylin was currently eyeing her cup greedily.
"Nah, I'll wait for a fresh cup" Kaylin responded, noticing that there was, indeed a fresh pot brewing.
They both turned their attention back to the events of the day. The new ability they had discovered quite accidentily just that weekend had been a hit-quite literally-that afternoon in their little adventure. The two had been quick to employ their new skill to cause just a bit of mischief to an old friend ("this much" was the current favorite amount, finger and thumb spread a half inch apart). After all, if you weren't seen....you didn't get caught!
"Did you see the look on his face when his latest practical joke got him? He wasn't expecting his own little inventions to attack him! Imagine misplacing your mouse traps on your computer chair. I almost started laughing out loud...and then I tripped over the paint kit on the floor. Why is he always leaving his model kit paint out in places it shouldn't be! Who paints models on the floor anyway?" Kaylin exclaimed. "I'm going to have to do some work to get 'radioactive red' paint out of my hemp shoes"
"No kidding. The best part was when--" Tresa broke off as the waitress walked up with a pot of coffee in each hand.
"More coffee ladies?" She asked in a polite, if slightly bored and world-weary voice.
"yes/no" came the answer, Yes from Kaylin, who had not yet had her quota of mocha-mint, and no from Tresa, for whom too much coffee is a bad thing indeed.
"Where was I?" Tresa continued, mentally going over the last 5 minutes of conversation in her mind after the waitress left. "oh yeah...The best part! He didn't even realize he'd been set up. How dumb can someone be? --Don't answer that, Kaylin, or you'll lose your second cup of coffee-- I wonder how long his ass will be red from getting the smack laid down? That had to hurt having his mouse traps go off when he sat down to check his email. He should really have been looking where he was going to sit. Too bad you couldn't get a view of the action from my side of the room. You got to see the expression though!"
Kaylin mimicked the pained and suprised expression of someone who has had a "brilliant" plan backfire on their person, and took a sip of coffee.
"My coffee doesn't taste like Mocha Mint!!!" Kaylin was, by now, starting to be peeved.
"Hmmm," Tresa was looking at the world-weary waitress by the whiteboard. "It's not Mocha mint anymore."
After setting aside the sodden brown mess that at one point had been cocktail napkins, Tresa took another sip of her coffee and eyed her friend's empty cup.
"You want half of mine?" Tresa offered finally, as Kaylin was currently eyeing her cup greedily.
"Nah, I'll wait for a fresh cup" Kaylin responded, noticing that there was, indeed a fresh pot brewing.
They both turned their attention back to the events of the day. The new ability they had discovered quite accidentily just that weekend had been a hit-quite literally-that afternoon in their little adventure. The two had been quick to employ their new skill to cause just a bit of mischief to an old friend ("this much" was the current favorite amount, finger and thumb spread a half inch apart). After all, if you weren't seen....you didn't get caught!
"Did you see the look on his face when his latest practical joke got him? He wasn't expecting his own little inventions to attack him! Imagine misplacing your mouse traps on your computer chair. I almost started laughing out loud...and then I tripped over the paint kit on the floor. Why is he always leaving his model kit paint out in places it shouldn't be! Who paints models on the floor anyway?" Kaylin exclaimed. "I'm going to have to do some work to get 'radioactive red' paint out of my hemp shoes"
"No kidding. The best part was when--" Tresa broke off as the waitress walked up with a pot of coffee in each hand.
"More coffee ladies?" She asked in a polite, if slightly bored and world-weary voice.
"yes/no" came the answer, Yes from Kaylin, who had not yet had her quota of mocha-mint, and no from Tresa, for whom too much coffee is a bad thing indeed.
"Where was I?" Tresa continued, mentally going over the last 5 minutes of conversation in her mind after the waitress left. "oh yeah...The best part! He didn't even realize he'd been set up. How dumb can someone be? --Don't answer that, Kaylin, or you'll lose your second cup of coffee-- I wonder how long his ass will be red from getting the smack laid down? That had to hurt having his mouse traps go off when he sat down to check his email. He should really have been looking where he was going to sit. Too bad you couldn't get a view of the action from my side of the room. You got to see the expression though!"
Kaylin mimicked the pained and suprised expression of someone who has had a "brilliant" plan backfire on their person, and took a sip of coffee.
"My coffee doesn't taste like Mocha Mint!!!" Kaylin was, by now, starting to be peeved.
"Hmmm," Tresa was looking at the world-weary waitress by the whiteboard. "It's not Mocha mint anymore."