A/N: This one originally started out as two shorter drabbles, but then morphed into one. Spontaneously!

In other news... close to 100 reviews! I'm really excited, and thankful to everyone that reviews! When we finally get there, many thanks will occur in this space.

Anyway, just a 500 word drabble about what happens when Neil gets rejected, and Herry and Odie are playing tricks.

Rejection and Revenge

Rejection stung with a sharp crack of a coiled tea towel.

"Gotcha- wait, sorry Neil!"

Herry lowered his poised weapon as his team mate rubbed his sore behind, then bent over to pick up the sealed envelope he'd dropped in shock of the surprise attack. Apologetically, he awkwardly clasped the model's shoulder, a gesture that made the blonde flinch wildly.

"What the hell was that for?" Neil asked after a moment, retreating a few steps from the door of the kitchen. He watched warily as Herry folded the tea towel and placed it on the kitchen sink.

Herry shrugged. "I thought you were Odie," he replied simply. "Sorry."

He was, of course, referring to the current pranking feud between himself and the team's resident genius. The two had reached the stage of friendship where a well-placed bucket of water or a flour bomb had replaced normal means of conversation.

Needless to say, most of the team was getting fed up with the constant pranking. Jay had been doused in water the week previously, and Archie had found a live beetle in his sandwich.

"Well, make sure it's him next time!" Neil retorted irritably, leaving the kitchen, keeping a watchful eye over his shoulder. He did not stop until he'd reached his room and locked the door shut. He flung his envelope on his bed and headed to his bathroom.

After a long shower, the kind that made the hot water sink into his skin and wash out all the awful memories of the day, he dressed and flopped onto his bed.

The envelope rested next to his head, sealed shut. It could stay there until his skin wrinkled and his hair thinned and fell out for all he cared. Neil knew the content of the letter inside, even if he'd personally never read a letter of rejection.

Dear Neil, he imagined it would say, we are sorry to inform you that your application to New Olympia Modelling Agency has been rejected. The hours that you are available to work are too vague for our photographers to work with, and the Agency would recommend that you develop a more rigid schedule upon further application. Please have our condolences.

Neil had a few witty retorts for the Agency, namely where exactly they could shove their condolences, but he knew it wasn't their fault that his weekly schedule could not be written down and worked with. His commitments to the team took priority, no matter how much he wanted a contract to New Olympia's only decent modelling agency.

Maybe, it was best that he stayed a free lancer. That way, the only rejection he could suffer then was from him, and why would he ever say no to a face like his? Not a blemish in sight, and not a single dyed hair.

With a sigh, he discarded the envelope and stood up. Making his way to the door, he realized with a wicked grin that he owed Herry a little revenge…