Irony
"So, you and Eddie will be sorting out the disco then?"
Steph was standing at the doorway, as if to block any chance of escape. She tried to look innocent- or at least, unsuspecting- but Rachel wasn't fooled. Her knowing smile gave her away. Repressing the urge to roll her eyes, Rachel took a moment to collect herself before responding.
The edge of her mouth twitched, a frown slowly developing. "Yes, we are. I was talked into it."
No questions as to who had convinced her; they already knew the answer. Steph's smile said as much. Clasping her hands together, she sensed blood in the water, lunging for her prey with seasoned precision.
"You two will be alone then?" she probed, that feigned innocence so clear. "I suppose you two work well together. We wouldn't want any interruptions."
As if they had been caught together in the toilets, like a pair of teenagers. Rachel wouldn't satisfy that with an answer.
Irritated, she met Steph's questioning gaze. "Jasmine and Matt will be there too. Did you really think we would watch all those kids alone?"
"Well, somebody has to watch them," she laughed. "While you're distracted."
Rachel wouldn't rise to the bait, knowing that sentence was unfinished. Even if she was distracted, she was a professional. Her work came first. Steph was highly aware of that fact and yet, she was never able to keep her mouth shut.
"I never get distracted, Steph." Rachel felt her mouth twitch, a motion that may have been considered a smile. "You know that."
Steph turned around, wiggling her shoulders, that knowing smile unfaltering. "I'm sure you'll have fun either way."
Sitting on the edge of the desk, Rachel watched her leave, slight amusement rising amid her irritation. She called after the departing teacher, unbothered by the little game they were planning. They had been here before.
"Oh, don't worry. I will."
All of the stories I wrote for this prompt were hard to do, so sorry if it's not great.