Multiple Man's Best Friend
'So I'm a bitch; what's it to ya?'
Rahne growled at the T-shirt in her hands. "What in the hell?!"
Jamie winced. "Ooh…this is bad," he mumbled. "Really bad."
"What is this?" she demanded, turning fiery green eyes on her boyfriend. She wadded up at the shirt and threw it across the room without looking, making a neat two-point shot in the trash basket.
Gulping, Jamie steeled himself not to inch back in the face of Wolfbane's rage. "The other kids have been playing prank tag and I guess you're it," he supplied.
"But I wasna even a part of this," she complained.
"Neither was Rogue until Freddy roped her in," Jamie revealed. "And if Jean had never gone after Lance, he wouldn't have gone after Bobby."
Rahne digested that information, one finger tapping against her chin in thought. "So…it's a free-fer-all?" she asked. "I c'n go after anyone I want?"
"Pretty much," Jamie said warily.
A wolfish grin overtaking her face, Rahne growled, "I know just the target…"
Jamie gulped. He had a feeling they were gonna get in a lot of trouble for whatever she had planned.
Then he grinned. Oh, well. At least the company will be good.