Title: Operation: Undies

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 386

Pairing: Team Underpants

Round/Fight: 1A

Summary: In an environment known for its superfluity of pranking, the men of the King's Own are preparing yet another prank against their mortal enemies, the Queen's Own. But, oh, how the tables turn… (based on a prompt from the lovely Pandora )

"Inventory, report-" Dom called softly over his shoulder. Crouched in the shadows, Lerant scoffed. "Like I'm going to touch [i]those[/i]," he whispered sharply back. Qasim elbowed him sharply in the side. "Hush," he muttered, and Wolset dug through the sack he was left holding. "One, two, three…"

"So that's Buri, and Miri, and Sarge—"

"Erg, Sarge—"

"…Four…"

"And Onua…"

"Hey, We should try for Thayet, do this thing right."

"Yeah, like that's going to happen."

"I want to see what you do, Wolset, when the King finds you in his wife's drawers…"

"Urgh…"

"…And… whose is this?"

"Um…"

"…Um"

"Errr…"

"Ewwww, whose are they? DON'T THROW THEM AT ME!"

"Stop being such a girl, Lerant."

"I AM NOT A GIRL"

"Shut UP, idiots, you're going to blow our cover!"

"…Ummm, they say Farant stitched in the waistband."

"…he's not a commander in the Riders…"

"…well, we have his undies anyway."

"Hush, we're right outside his door." Dom put an ear to the door. "Doesn't sound like there's anyone inside…" His hand moved to the doorknob, but Qasim grabbed his arm.

"If we get found out, then we'll have to relinquish what we've got," he muttered, and Dom frowned. "We can't risk the humiliation."

Wolset stuffed the underpants back in the sack. "We'll take them and string them up, and when you get back, we'll fly them up the flagpole."

"Okay. Operation Undie-raid is a go."

The other three snuck off, leaving Dom to pick the lock and swing the door open. He prowled across the shadowy room, stealing over to the chest of drawers standing opposite the door.

The top drawer did not yield the expected results.

Dom rifled through the second drawer, with no luck.

He was bent double, digging through the bottom drawer, when he heard the footsteps behind him. He froze, then straightened slowly.

"Oh, don't let me interrupt," Evin drawled, leaning against the doorframe. "I was just enjoying the view…"

Dom flushed, and tried to kick the drawer shut behind him. "I… err—it's not what—"

"Oh?" The raised eyebrows disappeared into the hair flopping across his forehead.

"…but, in a totally, [i]completely[/i], in [i]no way related[/i] manner… where do you keep your underpants?"

Evin's smirk widened into what could only be described as an evil grin. "I don't."