A/N: Thankfully, this piece is a little longer. For some reason, I've been having trouble with the length of each chapter. Or maybe my muse is dying on me. Anyways, hope you enjoy! :)

Thanks: cwazzy-gyal123, Kisdota-The Freak Gamer, and poeticlove88.

~ "Now that's what I call a prank." ~

Nina drummed boredly with her fingers on the tabletop in the kitchen. Anna could return any moment now, so her excitement was hard to hide. One shouldn't blame her for that, though. Not when she had planned-

The sound of the front door opening and closing again interruped her train of thoughts. This could only mean one thing: Anna was home, though judging by the sounds of male laughter, she wasn't alone. Apparently, the femme fatale had brought her latest flirt with her this time. This was even more than the blonde had been hoping for! It seemed that Lady Fortune was on her side today.

To be honest, the pretty blonde already knew what the man that Anna had brought home with her looked like, before actually seeing him. they were always the same, after all; big, tall, muscular idiots with brains the size of a peanut. Then again, that shouldn't baffle anyone, since you had to be about the biggest idiot in the world to want to have a relationship with her younger sister (and no, she wasn't jealous). Or maybe all men were the same; Nina would lie if she said that Anna wasn't attractive. Perhaps that was all what men cared about these days, what with the media forcing their ideas of feminine perfection on the public.

Whatever, not my problem now, Nina thought indifferently, because she had more things on her mind at the moment.

The blonde then quietly got up from her place, silent like a cat, to spy on the couple in the living room (Anna wasn't the only one who could be sneaky from time to time). Everything seemed to go well between the two... until the blonde man's expression slowly started to change when he smelled something extremely unpleasant. This made Nina smile triumphantly, because she could practically smell the victory; her homemade stinkbomb, hidden under the couch, was working, and how.

"Is there something wrong, Jake?" the brunette female cooed.

"What's this smell?" the man, whose name apparently was Jake, inquired, still looking as though someone had shoved a huge plate of dung right under his big nose.

"What smell, handsome?" The woman's voice still sounded sweeter than syrup, but the warm smile that adorned her delicate face never seemed to reach her cold eyes.

That should be a warning for the man, had he not been immune to subtleness. Perhaps Anna had finally realized how stupid this guy really was...

Nah, not a chance, Nina thought, shaking her head, because she knew her sister better than anyone.

Still, if this would ever end in some sort of fight, then the man was no match for her, no matter how muscular he was.

Jake was silent, as he used his highly developed sense of smell to find out where exactly this unbearable smell of rotting eggs was coming from. This made Nina wonder briefly where her sister had found this guy. Probably in some obscure bar called Seventh Heaven, or something the like.

The man then managed to scare both Williams sisters when he cried, "It's you!" and he pointed to his date of this night.

For a short moment, it was eerily quiet in the room and Nina could almost swear how she felt the temperature drop below the freezing point. The next instant, she had to avert her gaze because of what the brunette did to the poor man. Soon enough, the silence returned, only broken by the moans of pain that Jake was giving.

"Nobody insults me in my own house, honey. You're no exception," Anna said, sugary, before standing up to drag Jake out of their apartment.

"Now that's what I call a prank," Nina muttered with a smirk, before quietly going upstairs.

A/N: Bonuspoints for you if you can guess the reference to that famous game (hint; it's a certain name).

Next chapter: "You'll realize soon enough how talented I am in the kitchen, my dear sister."