Thanks for the feedback! It took me a while to come up with a worthy prank for Eames, so ideas would be much appreciated! (seeing as I have another story I'm writing along with schoolwork! dammit!) Also, sorry if characters seem a little OOC…
Eames had gone (more accurately, 'fled') to his favorite Parisian pub that night. He was thinking about how he would get back at Artie for that little stunt he tried to pull.
For a moment his thoughts wandered to the legal aspect of the prank. Hmm…I could sue him for breaking and entering and attempted murder. (He quite enjoyed stretching the truth.)
I could always drag Ariadne unknowingly into all of this… Then it all came to him just like that. "Brilliant!" he said aloud, leaving the pub.
"Thanks for the flowers Arthur!" exclaimed the architect early the next morning. She walked over to Arthur's desk clutching a bouquet of white lilies.
"Flowers?" The point man looked puzzled. He didn't (and never will) send anyone flowers; he thought it a stupid cliché, along with chocolates on Valentine's Day.
"Yeah, I got them on my way here. They're beautiful, thank you!" she said, kissing the top of his head.
Eames had to contain himself as he watched the young man's cheeks flush bright pink.
"I never…" he started, until he realized that Eames was right there. He glared at the forger.
"Don't be silly Arthur, I know they're from you, it has your signature right here on the card! So I'll you at Domaine de Chateauvieux* at seven?"
"Uhhh…" Arthur didn't know what to say.
"Okay great! I gotta go, I'm meeting my friend for lunch. Bye guys!"
Little did either of them know that they were mere pawns in Eames's almost overly elaborate scheme of payback.
That night….
Eames sat at the bar with his back to Arthur's table. He'd set him up with another date half hour earlier than the time Ariadne was supposed to show up.
This should be interesting, Eames thought.
He glanced at his watch. 6:55, Ariadne should be getting here soon, I should go, he thought, getting up from the bar inconspicuously.
On his way out, he, quite literally, ran into the architect.
"Sorry Eames, I was just on my way to see Arthur," she apologised, smoothing out her dress.
"Quite alright, love," answered the forger.
"Why are you smiling like that?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Hm?" Eames hadn't even realised it, but he dropped the smirk immediately.
"Oh, nothing, just, uh…You look dashing, darling," he quickly covered it up with a compliment.
Ariadne blushed, she was only wearing a nice top and a fancier pair of jeans. Her dark hair was tied back slightly.
"Thank you, Eames, you don't look too bad yourself," she said, waving him off.
The forger went back to smirking as he continued down the street, feeling like he'd accomplished a full day's work.
Ariadne gasped in horror as she saw that Arthur was with another woman, and he looked like he was having a good time.
How could he have done this to me! she thought miserably. But she wouldn't let him win just yet. Ariadne marched over to his table, close to tears.
"Arthur Hansen** how could you do this to me!" she shouted, slapping him for extra emphasis.
People started to stare at them.
"I can't believe you'd go out with another woman on the same day you'd send me flowers! If you think I'm just someone you have wrapped around your finger, that you can just string me along, well news flash: I'm not that girl! You are such a douchebag Arthur!" Ariadne picked a champagne glass off of a passing waiter's tray and splashed it in his face.
Then she turned to the girl. Quick say something! her conscious screamed. Ariadne couldn't think of anything clever to say. Say anything! Just something rude! Call her a slut, I don't know!
"Urgh, bitch!" And the architect slapped her too, turning on her heels to leave.
It never occurred to her that Eames had orchestrated the whole thing, that is, until he asked her about her date when she got back to the warehouse.
Arthur came back half an hour later. He met a still angry Ariadne on his way in, she stormed past him and hailed a taxi, leaving for the night.
Arthur took off his damp jacket and grabbed a towel off of his desk. He figured Eames must have put it there as a courtesy. Or to rub it in that he'd just been pranked twice in one night. By the same person.
"Thank you Mr. Eames, I really appreciated being publicly humiliated," he said dryly.
The forger winked at him. "Any time, darling."
"Why? Wait, that was rhetorical," Arthur said, remembering the clown incident he pulled, laughing.
"I have your reaction on tape!" The point man was almost doubled-over with laughter.
"Yeah well, if that ends up on YouTube, then there'll be much more to worry about than your love life!" Eames shot back, standing up.
Arthur kept laughing, until his phone rang. "Hello?"
"Oh, uh, hi Ariadne—okay, okay, I'll put you on speaker." He clicked a button and instantly the girl's voice could be heard from anywhere in the large warehouse.
"I can't believe you two did that! Why on earth would you want to pull me into your little prank war? I have no desire to be a part of it, and thanks Eames for using me to get back at Arthur for whatever he did! Yeah, I figured the whole plan out!..."
She rattled on for quite some time, and eventually, Arthur turned the volume way down so they could get on with whatever it was that they happened to be doing.
So unfortunately, the forger and the point man did not get to hear the part where Ariadne would get back at them both.
It's on, she thought, smiling evilly.
* An actual restaurant in Paris, you can look it up if you don't believe me
** JGL's character's last name in (500) Days of Summer
So? Should I continue? Review please!
-xXUndiscoveredNovelistXx / Leaves
