It was a Sunday morning and Rouge was hogging the bathroom. Sally and Blaze often hated Rouge almost hour long session in the restroom applying makeup. Rouge was often diplomatic and gave her sisters access first to the bathroom during the week days. On the weekend her philosophy was first come first served.
Sally was out looking for the nearest shop to use their bathroom and Blaze was sitting on the couch waiting for Rouge to finish so she could use the shower. The cat had gone out for a morning jog and came back sweaty. She was now trying to cool on the couch through lack of motion.
Blaze was on some episode of the Star Wars cartoon when Sally came back. The squirrel had no plans for the day so just sat down to watch along. The show was decent and to the girls' liking. Sally had a playfulness sprout watching.
The squirrel went to the little walk in closet in the hallway of their rooms. They never used it since each of their room had a little closet attached. It just became a place to dump old things to forget about. Digging through it, Sally found her prize, two plastic light-sabers.
"Sith," Sally caught Blaze's attention before tossing her a light-saber. Sally assumed an imitated pose from one of the movies.
"A warrior of the dark has no place in a place of light."
A Sunday morning, Rouge locked in the bathroom much to the annoyance of her much less feminine sisters, watching Star Wars, and being challenged to a light-saber duel. Those combination of domestic elements just made any thing other than mirth impossible to respond with.
"Where there is light a shadow is cast," Blaze lightly rushed forward.
Sally's blue plastic met Blaze's purple. The two hadn't done anything like this in years but it didn't, and did, matter. Sally parried a strike from the younger cat. They became blade lock and Sally used her greater physical prowess to push Blaze forward.
The cat backed up from the blade lock and went into evasion. The cat took a single swing at Sally who went into the defensive against the fast strikes. The cat and squirrel then found themselves in a stand off. Sally knew Blaze was to quick to strike at so hoped to goad her into a move. Blaze knew Sally would have the advantage in a straight out confrontation so she wanted Sally to make the first move so she could counter.
"How cute. I can't remember the last time you two did something like this." Rouge was by the hallway watching the exchange. Blaze flushed red while Sally gave a hopeful smile.
"Now that you've quite literally put on your face do you want to help me capture the Sith." Rouge disappeared into the hallway.
Sally and Blaze expected as much. Rouge kept physically fit but was never one for physical activity solely for recreation. Sally chose to go on the offensive and Blaze was on the back foot. The cat blocked every blow from the squirrel. Blaze saw her chance and locked the blade at the perfect angle to lock it. Sally was now on the back foot as she struggled to keep up with Blaze's quick blows.
"Surrender Sith." Behind Blaze was Rouge with a red light saber.
"Jedi don't have red light sabers," was Blaze's most immediate response. The surprise would come later. Rouge's only times of joining in on Sally and Blaze's horseplay was rare. Most of the horseplay Rouge had done Blaze was the victim of. The bat would usually just use times like these to provide insulting commentary on both of them.
"I was held captive by Sith and escaped. On the way out I took a Sith light-saber so I would have a weapon." Rouge said it so flawlessly you think it wasn't pretend.
"Now let's take this Sith down," Blaze quickly retreated from her advancing sisters. She made her way to the front door and outside to have more room.
"You two are always ganging up on me," Blaze said as she frantically dodged plastic.