title ; Payback
characters ; Azula, Ty Lee, Mai, Jet
rating ; T
word count ; 336
Ty Lee was unconvinced.
"I just think pink might make more of a statement. Why can't it be pink?"
"Because pink lacks authority," was Azula's curt reply.
"And it's ugly," Mai added.
Ty Lee frowned, glancing down at the very pink outfit she'd chosen to wear that day. Everyone couldn't have her impeccable fashion sense, she supposed. "But black is so serious."
"This is a very serious matter. No one snubs me without paying for it." The self-proclaimed princess shook the spray paint can, dropping it with a hiss when greasy black paint sputtered over her fingertips. On second thought, "Here, you do it," accompanied her shoving it in Ty Lee's direction.
"Do I have to? I was in the dumpster too and I don't think we need to lie to get back—"
"Who says it's a lie?" Mai and Azula both smirked.
Ty Lee was still unconvinced. "Have you really seen—"
"Of course not," Azula snapped. "But with an ego like that he's clearly compensating for something. Why, I'm doing the girls of this school a favor. Now write it, Ty Lee. I'm not going to dirty my hands more on account of that jerk."
"Oh, please. It'll wash right off your fingers. Let's just get this over with already," came from Mai's unimpressed corner.
With a resigned sigh, Ty Lee gave the can a shake and aimed, just in time to be stopped by Azula's hasty, "Wait."
"God, what now?" Mai had the sense to fall silent under the younger girl's withering stare.
"Mai's right, this paint will wash right off. We need a more permanent way to make our point." Her point, but who was counting? "Mai, give me your knife."
# # #
Jet realized something was wrong the third time a girl burst into giggles when he cracked a smile. Either he'd lost his touch overnight or—
—someone had kindly scratched 'Jet bats both ways with a really short stick' onto his locker.
Payback was a bitch and her name was Azula.