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2nd Floor Common Room - Monday Evening

Dick was sprawled out on the couch, taking up as much space as possible. The TV was on and he was watching Enchanted re-runs. Not a show he usually watched but there was nothing else on and those witches were friggen hot.

((Open, as these things usually are))

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Annette? Saw Turtle laughing and knew, that's right, she knew she was getting laughed at.

"What?"

Taking in a deep breath to calm herself, coughing a little so she could clear it up enough to say it, Turtle opened her mouth...

...and just couldn't. Another round of laughing hit her until her face was red and she waved a dismissive hand at Annette. "I..I'm sorry," she managed to get out. "It...it's nothing. Really." Followed by more laughing.

Annette twisted her lips, looked down at her soda can, put her thumb over the opening, and began to shake it. Hard. Real hard. "Nothing eh? Nothing sure is funny. Man, I wish I could laugh so hard at nothing." Shake. Shake. Shake.

Threatening with soda did little to overcome an immature mind in the wake of a Dick joke. "Shake that thing all you want, Annette," Turtle was still giggling. "In the end, it's your soda being wasted."

"Not if it is spewed on you, little miss Turtle." Annette grinned sweetly. "See? My aim with a soda can is so great. Perfect even. I would hate to ruin your shirt." But she would have so much fun! Weee! Soda fight!

This was not helping with Turtle's giggling, and it wasn't like she couldn't afford a new shirt. "It would so be worth it, just to see that you've got the guts to do it, little miss Annette. I so don't believe you'll do it."

Turtle was definately antagonizing her to do it. Bring it, Blondie. I dare ya.

Oh my god, she didn't just dare Annette did she? No frakking way!

Inhaling on a too sweet smile, she got up off the couch while she continued shaking her soda can. "Turtle? You are so cute but - You're. Going. Down." And Annette aimed the coke can outward towards Turtle, removed her thumb, and let it rip!

"Oooohhhh, man!!! Is that a spray or what?"

"Ack!" Still unable to stop laughing, Turtle cringed a little at the incoming spray of soda, lifting her arms as if they would help, realizing it wouldn't, and then dropping them. She laughed a little more before simply turning her face toward the spray before it died down, opening her mouth so it didn't' all go completely to waste.

Covered in soda and giggling like mad, Turtle wiped the back of her hands across her eyes. "If this stains the couch, you're so paying for it." She licked the pop off the back of her hand. "Mmmm, Coke."

Annette was laughing like crazy, "Not enough for you? Oh my god Turtle, you liked this too much!" She turned and ran for the kitchen, yelling over her shoulder, "Buying a new couch is notaproblem! Finding enough in here for a proper food fight is!"

"Oh, is that how it's gonna be, huh?" Giggling, Turtle scrambled to her feet and rushed toward the kitchen, ready to push Annette out of the way of the fridge if she had to, slipping a bit on the floor for how much she was laugh. "My dear Annette, you look hungy. Maybe I should help you find some..." She'd located a container of cottage cheese and quickly opened it, "food!" Plop! Standing on her toes, she dumped what remained in the container on Annette's head and almost fell over laughing.

There was only a moment's regret for whoever's food that was. Ooooops. Oh, well. They were even now. And it was only going to get worse from here.

Annette heard her coming and she raised her palm out, "No! Stay back! Stay back! It was my idea first! Dangit!" She didn't want to let Turtle in but didn't have a choice. But she fought hard for her position at the fridge.

"I'm not hungry pretty Turtle! I swear it!" Annette wrapped her hand around a huge container of blueberry yogurt and ripped the top off - that was when Turtle dumped the cottage cheese all over her. "Oh for the love of Pete! Prepare. To. Die Turtle girl!" And Annette did not dump, she sleeeewwwed the yogurt all over her, flinging the carton this way and that to make sure Turtle was covered completely.

Laughing like a maniac, Annette started for the eggs and bacon!

"What a perfectly good waste of yogurt!" Turtle laughed, scrambling to fend Annette off as she reached for the eggs while simultaniously finding herself a new weapon. Ooooh! Orange juice! Orange juice got sticky!

Plop! Crack! Plop! Annette tossed the eggs as fast as she could, but the bacon...uh...yuck! She didn't want to touch it.

"Ooooh! Isn't chicken noodle soup good, Turtle? Or do Turtles eat chicken?" Annette squeed and pulled the lid off some left over chicken noodle soup...which didn't smell all that great. She made a face and started towards Turtle, tilting the bowl just a little.

"Come here, little girl."

Ack! Eggs! Turtle held the milk jug in one hand but the thread of leftover chicken noodle soup prevented her from opening it right away. She dropped it, so that her hands out be free to try to pry it from Annette's hands. Shaking it as she did it, so that it was sloshing over the both of them. Better than going down by yourself, dammit!

"Acccckkkk! This is so gross! Give it back! Turtle Wexler! Give it to me now!" Annette was not about to give up her hold on the now slippery bowl of sloshing cold soup. Ew.

(woe! but..but..food fight fun! woe.)

"Oh, I'll give it to you, all right!" Turtle announced through the ickiness of cold chicken noodle soup, releasing one hand to reach into the refridgerator to grab the last standing egg and smash it against Annette's forehead. Craaaaack! Giggles. "Ha!"

Her mouth fell wide open at that and ohhhh myyyy, "Turflllee, ickkkkynesssth in mu mouuuuthhhhuh." Oh gross! Ohhh gross!!

But, Turtle did still have a very firm grip on the soup bowl, so what did Annette do? She let go. Just like that.

(and thinks of Forest Gump. 'And I ran....and I just kept on runninnn' I'm tired. XD!)

The lack of struggle with the bowl sent the remained of the soup splashing all across Turtle's front, but she didn't care. It was like adding a cup of water to the ocean at that point. "You forfeit the bowl!" she cried triumphantly.

"Duhh," Annette spit out pieces of shell and wet icky egg from her mouth. "It's empty now. Why do I want an empty bowl?"

Annette slipped and slided then all they way over to the pantry! She flung it open, grabbed a container of oats, popped the lid and turned and began shaking them all over Turtle, getting closer and closer even as she continued to slip and slide.

(omg they need detention for this!)

"Hey!" Turtle, laughing, quickly put the bowl on her head to catch the shower of oats with one hand as the other one blocked Annette as she slid closer and tried not to start sliding herself. "Ha!" she stuck her tongue out at Annette. "That's why you need an empty bowl!"

And then went to throw what she caught at her nefarious enemy.

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