Chapter 6
The occupants of the kitchen all jumped to their feet, immediately taking defensive stances; a reflex they had gained after 6 years of training.
“What are you doing here?” snarled Kaylee at the new-comer, who was in the middle of the kitchen archway, smugly standing superior-like, Kaylee’s feet still in place, strategically ready to kick the chair towards the intruder.
“I guess, you didn’t read the cards properly. It did say I would come today.” Replied the stranger, as she flipped her hair and stared at the three girls of still in their defensive stances; ready to strike.
Sherry Lynn nearest to the new-comer had her fist raised as if in a sparring match, ready to strike her opponent down with her well known knock out knuckle uppercut. Bobby on the other hand, had grasped the nearest objects near her, wielding the spatula and knife expertly, already in place and aiming to the stranger who had intruded their home in less than two seconds.
Nobody moved.
Onyx eyes glared at the high-heeled dwarf stalked her way into the kitchen, settling into a chair uninvitingly. Kaylee Crawford felt like a bull, ready to pierce her horns into the re-jacket the woman wore.
As if sensing the hostility in the air, Sherry Lynn came to the rescue.
“So, Prudence care to take a seat?”
Sherry Lynn mentally slapped her head. Prudence smugly smirked at her from her seat, and spoke.
“You may seat down, if you please,”
At this Sherry Lynn tightly smiled at the guest, and sat her bottom onto the wooden chair gracefully. She then signaled to Kaylee to sit down, but Kaylee ignored her.
“I’d like some earl tea.”
:Prudence Bliche ordered to Bobby, who was staring at her with an intense warmth that could not be mistaken for welcome. Gladly, Bobby turned her back from the table, and made a show of looking for the teapot.
“I’ll help you.”
Kaylee offered her friend; seeing an opportunity to do something with her hands other than fighting the urge to strangle. Sending an apologetic look to Sherry Lynn, who was looking a bit hurt by Kaylee’s abandonment, Kaylee bustled off to the far-side of the kitchen where she could keep herself (and her temper) in check.
After finding the hiding teapot and setting the appropriate ware for high-tea, Bobby made a show of looking for biscuits for them to gnaw on while Kaylee waited for the hot water to simmer enough to be poured.
“ Wanna put in some vinegar into her tea?” whispered Bobby into Kaylee’s ear, making Kaylee guffaw and spill hot water over her hand.
Stiffling a whimper, Kaylee felt an ever-growing urge to annihilate the source of a voice that chose that exact moment to make it’s present heard.
“I see, Crawford’s still an incompetent klutz.”
Biting down a vulgar retort, Kaylee immediately went to the sink to run cool water on her hand and her anger. The water from the tap softly massaged away, the stinging feel puncturing her skin, and Kaylee regretfully tooke her hand away from the comforting sink to take her place at the table, thankfully the furthest from Prudence Biche.
There, the usually loud trio sat in silence staring at their cups, as Prudence sipped her tea. The silence was the least not comforting, and the tension in the air could be cut swiftly by the bluntest spoon.
“Uhm, we hope you enjoy your stay.” Offered Sherry, trying to reduce the friction of air particles with a splash of hospitality.
Prudence opted to ignore the statement and made the gesture of cleaning her black skirt. Seeing this made both Kaylee and Bobby seeth in anger.
“Speaking of which, how long do we have to endure your-“ Kaylee jumped in, sweetly covering her words with a mocking tone whilst a smirk hooked it’s way through her face, before ending the question.
Sherry Lynn warily looked at Kaylee reproachfully.
“-graceful companionship? ”
“For as long as I deem it probable for me to clean out a few loose ends and rectify the wrongs in this team.”
was the smug reply, from the precocious teenage intruder.
“Like your suitcases strewn all over our living room?” quipped Bobby, after had catching a glance at their living room, that was now filled with at least five or six bulks of suitcases.
“Bobby! Kaylee! ” Sherry Lynn’s voice reproached them with just their names; she didn’t want them to push their luck.
“ Bobby? Bobby? That’s what you call yourself by, Barbara? Bobby?” mockingly the voice of Prudence rang through the kitchen. “Isn’t that… very masculine of you. Finally coming out of the closet, Barbara Olga Barnaby?”
This hit a nerve.
Bobby visibly flinched at the sound of her full name, and glared at Prudence with such intense heat that if looks could kill, Prudence would’ve been nothing but a low pile of dirt.
‘ as she should be’ thought Bobby savagely, dreaming of the vision where Prudence were to be vaporized by lasers and bombed by several missiles.
Bobby Barnaby despised people bringing out old taunts, alluding to her past.
Anger boiled it’s way through Bobby’s bones, and adrenaline pumped in her veins, she was THIS close to throwing out the unwanted intruder out to the streets.
But before Bobby could unleash her fury, Prudence ever so gracefully slinked out of the kitchen, with the phone to her ear signifying she had a phone call to make, leaving the trio at peace.
Kaylee and Sherry Lynn, glanced warily at each other as they could practically see Bobby shake with anger and frustration, ready to pounce on anyone who said the wrong thing. After a grueling few seconds, Sherry Lynn decided to break the tensed ice.
“You know what? I’m still hungry.”
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