Prompt: Glasses
Timeline: Pre-X2
Conspiracy Theory
"What the hell is this?" John stormed into the media room and slammed something down on the coffee table in front of Kitty.
She stared at it for a moment, dumbfounded. "It's a glass, John. One of those things people drink out of?"
"No, I mean what the hell was it doing in my room?"
"You were thirsty and you didn't take it back to the kitchen?" Kitty looked at him like he'd grown another head. "Is this line of questioning going somewhere, or are you practicing interrogation techniques?"
"This glass wasn't in my room before I went to Ethics. Then I came back and it was. I have the door rigged, so I know nobody came through that way, which leaves exactly one suspect." He glared at her accusingly. "That would be you, if I haven't been obvious enough."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "John, why would I go in your room and leave a drinking glass? And why do you have your door rigged? A little paranoid, are we?"
"Because the professor won't let me put a lock on it, and I don't want anyone stealing my stuff. Or adding to it," he snarled.
They locked eyes for a few intense moments, Kitty all innocence and bewilderment and John determined to make her snap. When she didn't, he snatched the glass back off the table. "Fine. But I will catch you, Pryde. Just you wait." He huffed off towards the kitchen.
Jubilee, who had been watching the face-off from the other side of the couch, leaned in conspiratorially. "So what are you going to leave next time?" she said in a loud whisper.
"I dunno. I think maybe I'll short-sheet his bed," Kitty mused, turning her attention back to her book. "Serves him right for torching my English essay the day it was due."
