Ficlet: It's Called Revenge
Written spur of the moment for lady_sarai, who's having a rough day:
Scott watched Darwin the beagle cheerfully maul a new toy and shook his head. "What are you doing to the dog, Jean?" he asked. "Is this really the way you want to handle this?"
"It's called revenge," Jean said placidly, not looking up from her crossword puzzle. "And it's a wonderful thing."
"Do I want to know where you got this, this, thing?"
"Online. It took forever to find a suitable one. Most weren't very lifelike."
"This is really sick, you know that?" Scott said. "You shouldn't try to play mind games with her. She won't give you the satisfaction of having a fit. She'll just seethe for a while, then find a way to get back at you. You'll both be sorry."
"I don't actually care," Jean said icily. "I just want to send her a message."
"How can you do this?" Scott asked. "How can you sit there and watch your dog chew up a stuffed toy Siamese that's the spitting image of Lola?"
"With a smile on my face and a song in my heart, cupcake," Jean said. "Especially since the little bitch threw up in my underwear drawer."
"So he'll rip it to pieces and you'll feel better?" Scott asked. "And what are you going to do the next time?"
Jean shrugged. "I bought spares."
Scott watched Darwin the beagle cheerfully maul a new toy and shook his head. "What are you doing to the dog, Jean?" he asked. "Is this really the way you want to handle this?"
"It's called revenge," Jean said placidly, not looking up from her crossword puzzle. "And it's a wonderful thing."
"Do I want to know where you got this, this, thing?"
"Online. It took forever to find a suitable one. Most weren't very lifelike."
"This is really sick, you know that?" Scott said. "You shouldn't try to play mind games with her. She won't give you the satisfaction of having a fit. She'll just seethe for a while, then find a way to get back at you. You'll both be sorry."
"I don't actually care," Jean said icily. "I just want to send her a message."
"How can you do this?" Scott asked. "How can you sit there and watch your dog chew up a stuffed toy Siamese that's the spitting image of Lola?"
"With a smile on my face and a song in my heart, cupcake," Jean said. "Especially since the little bitch threw up in my underwear drawer."
"So he'll rip it to pieces and you'll feel better?" Scott asked. "And what are you going to do the next time?"
Jean shrugged. "I bought spares."