Prompt 22, Slushes
"Blech." Gordon grimaced at the blue slush, griping, "This used to taste better."
Alan and Tin-Tin walked ahead, Alan's arm around her waist. Another glance at the slush, then at the oblivious couple, and the devil prankster within Gordon just couldn't resist.
Which one? he mused. The devil whispered, "Both."
Sneaking up behind them, he reached out, pulling Tin-Tin's collar away, dumping half the blue ice down her back.
"Augh! Gordon!" Her piercing squeal was satisfying, a perfect reward.
He poured the rest on Alan's head, laughing insanely at their incredulous, angry expressions. But he'd forgotten, they'd bought slushies, too.