Everyone's teenage, 15, 16-ish. Enjoy!

Their toes squished inside their wet sandals as they pushed open the restroom door, shivering slightly in the air-conditioned breeze. Water dripped from their elbows and ponytails, marking a sloppy drop trail from the food court, where a few short moments ago they had been completely dry and happily eating.

Cindy spotted the hand dryer first and made her way over to it, followed closely by Libby, both of whom had teeth that were beginning to shiver. Even though they were cold, however, they couldn't stop giggling.

Jabbing the cool metal button several times, Cindy stuck her hands under the warm flow of air and rubbed them together. "I can't believe he did this!" Once her hands were dry, she moved on to her shirt, pulling it out from her stomach and trying her best to get it dry.

"At least he's as wet as we are," Libby said smiling, recalling her and Cindy's near perfect aim. "They both are." She giggled, as did Cindy.

"Yeah, at least it wasn't complete annihilation. Did you see the look on Jimmy's poor face when I retaliated? He should know me better by now." She sighed, and looked down at her still wet shirt. It would take another hour to even be semi-dry. "Libs?"

"Yeah?"

"We have to get them back." Cindy smiled evilly as she turned the nozzle up, trying to dry her hair out.

"Oh, you know it, girl."

"What do you think we should do?"

Libby thought for a moment. "I don't know. They were pretty cute, all dripping wet." She smiled happily.

Cindy smiled, too. "That's true. You know, we could do nothing. They're probably expecting payback. They'll torture themselves trying to figure out what we're planning on doing."

"Hmm…do nothing. Sounds good. And easy. All this throwing water around has made me tired."

Cindy paused in her drying as a sudden devious, brilliant thought popped into her head. "Of course, we could always refrain from giving them anything they want for, oh, say a week."

"Anything they want?"

"Yeah, like hugs. Kisses. That sort of thing."

Libby shared the malevolent smile. "That sounds positively evil. And perfect revenge. After all," she gave her damp hair a ruffle with her hand, "you should never mess with a girl's hair."

A/N: Inspired by directions on a mall restroom hand dryer: Turn nozzle up to dry hair. I thought, wow, why would you use a restroom hand dryer to dry your hair, especially at a mall? And then, boom! Out came this story.

Inspiration came happen anywhere, right? lol.