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I: Percy, Poker and Fruits (On the Forecast)

A very average typical day, and Hannah was bored. Really, really bored. She was sitting under a tree zoning out. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sunshine. It was mysteriously blocked out very suddenly, so she opened her eyes to look at a brown mass of hair and a familiar face.

"Isn't Percy a manly name?" She asked sarcastically.

"What?" Hannah asked, still half zoned-out, "Yeah," A couple of seconds later the words actually processed in her brain, "Oh, yeah, it really is. Just like Martin." She responded again.

"Who would name their poor child that?" Dannie asked, sitting down next to Hannah.

"Percival," Hannah commented and snickered. Dannie looked at her.

"Isn't that a dog's name?"

"Well, dogs are often named after humans, so…"

She shrugged, "I suppose you're right. But it's still an icky name."

"We should name Damion Percy. He'd kill us all."

A evil smirk slowly spread over Dannie's face, "We should do that. DAMION!"

There was a flash of smoke, "What?"

Out of nowhere, Dannie pulled out one of those "Hi my name is" stickers with Percy written on it. She nodded to Damion and said, "You're now Percy."

Hannah laughed so hard she banged her head against the tree. Rubbing the bruise, she smirked, "We're calling you Percy." 

"Percy is a pansy name! There is no way I'll answer to it!" Damion shouted and stomped his foot.

"Whatever you say, Percy," Hannah commented and rolled her eyes. Dannie raised an eyebrow at the element-demon and smirked.

"Did you figure out what you're going to do about Two?"

"And Aiji?" Hannah piped in. 

"….no," Said Damion after a moment's pause.

"Poor Percy."

"Ok, we've asked," Hannah glanced sharply at Dannie, "no more abusing him about his desperate love situation."

"Ok. I'll leave poor Percy alone." Dannie sighed and dropped her head with mock-sadness.

"Oh, you can abuse him on other stuff," Hannah continued, "like the fact he's a fruit."

"I'm not a fruit," Damion protested, "Richard Simmons is a fruit."

"You're both fruits," Hannah offered, not-so-helpfully.

"You listen to Cher," Dannie retorted, "You're a fruit."

"You leave Cher out of this." 

"Yup, you're a fruit."

"You're all fruits," She said again.

"Me?" Dannie asked curiously.

"No. Richard Simmons, Cher, and Damion."

"Yup."

"I give up," Said Damion with a sigh.

"You think Richard Simmons is a fruit?" Hannah asked her with a confused look.

"You can't get much fruiter then spandex, screaming like a girl and prancing..." Dannie begun.

"Exactly," Damion agreed and nodded.

Hannah yawned loudly.

"Tired?"

"More bored then tired," She answered, leaning against a silver-trenchcoat-covered pillar. She felt it for a second, "I somehow get the feeling this is not a pillar."

Dannie smiled happily, "Hi, Mr. Twin!" she waved. Damion just looked at the ground.


One stepped backwards and Hannah tumbled to the ground, no longer supported by anything. She got up several seconds later, "ouch."

"Greetings," Said One.

"Enjoy your pancakes?" Dannie asked.

"Yes. Two put white chocolate in them," replied One with a slight grin. He looked at Damion and narrowed his eyes behind his rectangular sunglasses, "Hello, Damion." He replied evenly.

"Hi," there was an uncomfortable pause, "Now I want pancakes. I'm going to go rob and IHOP."

"Who the hell robs an IHOP?" Dannie glanced weirdly at One and Damion.

"I do," he replied.

One smirked, "He does," the elder Twin's face hardened, "Why don't you ask Two for some?"

"I could do that…" Damion replied, suddenly nervous, "forget it."

"You seem uncomfortable." One commented

"I am," he said, staring at the ground, "My fishnets are riding up my ass."

Everyone stared.

"Oh. Wrong uncomfortable."

"Yeah," replied the Twin, who was half-snarling, "wrong uncomfortable."

"well, that too," after a moments pause, he continued, "Just thinking."

"About my brother, I assume?" He said, his eyes narrowed and he muttered some inaudible.

"Yeah…and you don't need to be an ass about it, either."

"I was not being an ass," he snapped, "I was merely asking. Your thoughts are your own." 

Damion disappeared in a flash of smoke. One growled angrily as Hannah and Dannie looked at each other an exchanged glances

Several seconds later, he reappeared with a box of chicken. "I have KFC. And I didn't need to mug the colonel to get it, either."

"Yeah," Dannie said angrily, "He just took it from me."

Hannah snickered.

"Well, whatever," One shrugged, "Speaking…where is Two, anyway? He's not with me, and he's not with you."

"You were with him last," Commented Damion.

"He said he was going to see you."

"Well I'm here," he pointed to the ground, "And he's, obviously, not."

"Maybe he went to look for you?" Hannah suggested as she watched Dannie get into a really exciting game of solitaire, "You wanna play blackjack?"

"Nah," She replied, "I like poker."

"How about strip poker?" Damion suggested with a smirk.

"Alright!"  Dannie said happily.

"No strip poker." One said.

"You're SO BORING!" Hannah yelled at him. One nodded and phased away in search of his brother as Dannie dealt the cards.

"Ok. Jack of hearts is wild. Person with the lowest hand has to remove an article of clothing."

Damion took two new cards, and Hannah and Dannie each took three. Damion grinned to them. Dannie grinded her teeth. "Flush. Beat that!" said the element-demon with a smirk.

"Alright!" Replied Hannah, "Four ACES!"

Dannie groaned, "A pair of fours……."

Hannah smirked at Damion, "It must be pathetic to have such a low hand when everyone around you is kicking ass."

"That's cruel," Dannie glared at both of them.

"Get on with it."

She slowly removed her shirt, wrapped her arms around her stomach and began to shiver slightly. The other two players snickered, "Nice bra," they both agreed.

"Shut up," She said through her teeth and dealt more cards them all.

The next poker match ended when Damion lost and also removed his fishnet-on-torn-t-shirt top. Hannah made some snide comment about being fully clothed and the two D's punched her playfully on opposite shoulders. Again, play resumed.

"Four jacks." Said Dannie with a triumphant grin.

"Full house…." Damion glanced at Hannah questioningly and in hopes he didn't have to remove any more clothes.

"Three jacks……" Hannah said. Both Dannie and Damion glanced at her suspiciously as the thought dawned on her, "Oh shit. You have all the jacks." She moved to scratch her shoulder as an ace of spades fell out of her sleeve.

"You accuse ME of cheating!" Damion shouted, "And look at her! I say we make her strip totally for cheating!!" He made a grab for Hannah but missed.

"EEEEEP!" She screeched, and scrambled away from Damion and hid behind a recently entering Two.

~To be Continued..…..

AN: Random, full of inside jokes, etc. Meant to be a conversation, not a fic, but I thought it would look cool.

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