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Medy Regas was a woman of the world (according to no one but herself). She had grown quite the ego over her status as the “strongest and smartest” maid in her age bracket since Caenia left, but now that Caenia was back, that idea had been called into question. Thus, she decided it was time to get one over on the star of the Diane family. After all, she’d been pulling the same tricks on Orion for years and Serena for months, how hard could it be? So what if her first encounter with Caenia was horribly embarrassing? Medy was just funning with her that time. Today, the brunette would be serious.
It was a classic prank, a little glue on the door handle, plus jamming the other side of the door in seven distinct ways (Medy wasn’t taking any chances). The same trick had fooled Orion a dozen times and worked on Serena exactly once before the raven-haired girl chased Medy down the hallway, brandishing the door as a weapon. But Medy had learned from that mistake, hence the extra jams on the door and switching to a stronger glue. Plus, Medy would be on the other side of the door, carrying a bag of flour, primed to rip open if slightly disturbed. Could anyone blame her for “dropping” the flour in surprise if something were to startle her? Armed and in position, Medy waited for Caenia to fall right into her devious trap. After all, this was the only storage closet Caenia had been using for the past month. The plan was bulletproof.
‘I can’t wait to see the look on her stupid face,’ Medy snickered. Her own glee at screwing with the high and mighty Caenia nearly made her forget about the array of bizarre smells trapped inside this closet (who even stores flour and topsoil in the same room anyhow?).
“Hmmhmm,” Caenia hummed a soft tune just outside the door. Medy tightened her posture, awaiting her cue.
‘Now then, Ms. Perfect, let’s see how you handle a white out…no, that’s a lame line,’ Medy huffed and got distracted thinking up a snarky line. Which was to her detriment because that meant she wasn’t prepared for what happened next.
“Hmmmhmmm,” Caenia continued as the door handle began to wiggle. However, as the door resisted the maid’s attempts to open it, instead of remaining firmly in place, it quickly gave way to her strength and flew off its hinges. Medy looked up just in time to see the door handle bash the sack of floor before it exploded in her face.
“Thought you could pull one over on me, huh, ice for brains?” Caenia quipped from behind the door before gently tossing it aside, revealing she had grabbed the handle with a gloved hand. A glove that remained firmly stuck to the handle but left her hand quite free. “I’d say you have egg on your face, but then you’d be halfway to being a cake. Hah!” The older maid laughed as she spun on her heel, leaving Medy to soak in her misery.
“I’m sure you know, this means war,” Medy fumed.
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Simple pranks among coworkers is a sign of a cohesive and connected workplace, as such, there's nothing wrong with a little tomfoolery here and there.
Author's Note: I didn't realize until after I wrote this that the last short I wrote was also door themed. I apparently forgot to check it off on my list of story prompts. Oh well, it'll just be one of those funny stories.
Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy.
