V Day Ch 8
I know, right, since when have I updated so fast? But it's the holidays, and I'm stuck with some loose ends when it comes to killing time, so here we have it! This is to make up for taking almost a month (maybe longer) to update before. And then only writing about half a page.
Paine had been wrong about the bag.
Sure. The contents were more frightening to her than if Rikku had dragged in a Behemoth, but it hadn't been Hell in a bag.
There was no way you could fit this kind of torture into such a small bag.
After practically being tied down to the sofa, Paine's face had been smeared with some weird green stuff that smelt funny. Rikku had said something about avocado, so Paine had been smearing it off with 'tato chips and stuffing it into her mouth whenever her Al Bhed "buddy" had her back turned. Rikku would then turn back around and smear some more stuff on, so Paine had a steady supply. As kind as that was, she wasn't being as forgiving on her feet. Poor Paine had been subject to some sort of torture that Rikku passed off as a foot manicure.
Yeah. Probably. Jamming rubber between her toes and filing them down to the skin was definitely going to help her when they went out on the town later.
Wait, what?
"It'll be groovy!! I have to get back before seven though, because Gippal has something planned! I thought he forgot! I'm so lucky to have such a caring boyfriend! Hey, hey, did I tell you about that time when-"
"Hey. Did you say we were going OUT??"
"Yeah! A great new club opened up downtown! 'Lai told me. It's supposed to be awesome!"
Sitting up and removing her eyepatches, Paine excused the fact that Yu Yevon had more street cred than Baralai and that by club he probably meant Old People's Pottery Club rather than a nightclub to politely point out to her friend that she would have to gag and forcibly DRAG her there – there was no chance of her coming willingly.
"Unless you can come up with a decent incentive," Paine finished up, placing the cucumber back on her left eye. She had eaten the other one.
"Paineeey! You're no fun!! C'mon, pleeeease??"
"That's not a very good incentive."
"Hmmm...Oh! I got it!"
"What? Formula for time travel so I can go back to yesterday and lock myself in a cupboard until tomorrow?"
"Huh? No, silly! An incense-ive!"
Paine sighed. "Spit it out, then."
"I'll hook you up with Baralai!"
Paine choked on her 'tato chip.
"'Scuse me?!"
"Aww, C'mon Paine! Y'know you love him really!"
"I'd rather die," Paine said quite finally. Too bad Rikku didn't know when to quit – like most Al Bhed Paine knew.
"But you two would make such a cute couple! Y'know, since you two are the only ones in the group still available and all."
"Shut it, Rikku. I'm quite happy on my own, thanks."
Rikku began to pout, and stated to file even harder on Paine's toes.
Paine ripped the file from Rikku's hands with a harsh stare.
"Why'd ya ask me to come if you're just gonna be a meanie?" Rikku started squealing.
Paine frowned slightly and she munched on the other cucumber.
"I hadn't seen you for a while, so I thought we should hang out," she said flatly.
"Then let's hang out!"
And suddenly, Paine found herself at the club with a drink that was highly toxic, in a dress that cost more than three rent's pay - and was not coming out of her paycheck, Rikku - stood next to a guy droning on about inflation or something equally boring, and all the time thinking up brand new ways to murder her two best Al Bhed buddies.