February 9th: Everywhere - 100 words - This battle was a little bit... extra messy.
Warnings: Slight Jim/Blair
Fandom: The Sentinel!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Sentinel!
Valentine's From Hell
"AHHHH!" Blair screamed as he entered the kitchen and jumped when something dropped down onto his head. What the hell had happened here?! And where the hell was Jim?!
His hand shook as he reached up to remove the offending substance, shivering when the mess stuck to his hand and refused to let go.
The kitchen of the loft was covered, floor to ceiling, with a sticky brown and red mixture. Blair could see that it was made up of 50% liquid and 50% what the hell was that shit and he slowly walked forward deeper into the bowels of hell.
He could hear the sounds his feet made when they squished into the mess and he cringed. This was not what he had in mind when he left his room for breakfast.
Blair yelled out again, barely catching himself on the counter as his feet slid from underneath him.
A piece of paper half covered in the gunk sat in front of him and he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.
Blair,
I was going to make you Valentine's breakfast in bed, but you can guess how well that turned out.
Go shower and meet me at the Diner. Breakfast can wait.
Jim
Blair couldn't stop the eyerolling this time when yet another chunk of what he could now see was chocolate chip and strawberry pancakes dropped onto his head.
He was so not cleaning this up.
