I13DT - Reporting For Duty, I Mean, Detention

[Wayne Cole]

"What?"

[Allison Rogers]

"To put it into small words that you'll understand, Mr. Cole, write about how you should behave in the cafeteria."

[Wayne Cole]

"Well, now, that depends. Is your mother there?"

[Allison Rogers]

"My mother passed away several years ago, so if you're about to suggest what I think you're about to suggest, I'd reconsider."

[Wayne Cole]

Wayne just smirked.

[Allison Rogers]

"Just trying to help keep you from accidentally declaring yourself as being into some rather unsavory things, Mr. Cole," she said, smirking back as she walked towards the door. "I'll be back in five minutes. I expect to see you all writing when I get back."

[Wayne Cole]

"Frigid bitch," Wayne mumbled.

[Allison Rogers]

Allison didn't appear to respond or even to have heard as she left the room.

[Sidney Young]

"Might as well get this over with..." Sidney mumbles as she starts scribbling things down.

1. Get food
2. Fuck bitches
3. Get money
4. Pay for food
5. Endure insufferable asshats
6. Eat food
7. Get chewed out by a psycho werewolf (optional)

[Allison Rogers]

Allison came back in, sitting down in the chair at the front of the room and putting her feet up as she started reading a motorcycle magazine.

[Wayne Cole]

"Now taking the bidding to make her chair slip and her fall and hit her head," Wayne whispered to those around him.

[Sidney Young]

"Like you need any encouragement. Just do it, you wuss." Sid whispers back.

[Wayne Cole]

"Fuck your mother. I'm not getting more detention without cash."

[Brigid Plunder]

Brigid keeps writing, but every so often she eyes Wayne and Sid, who are clearly scheming.

[Allison Rogers]

"I'm guessing by now," Allison said without looking up, "that Mr. Cole is pondering doing something involving friction and my chair. Which would be why I superglued it to the floor before anyone showed up." She nonchalantly turned a page of her magazine.

[Sidney Young]

"Haha, busted without even doing anything. Sucker." Sidney stage-whispers.

[Wayne Cole]

"Wanna bet I can overcome the glue?"

[Allison Rogers]

"Not really. I'd rather you did the report I asked you to do a little bit ago."

[Sidney Young]

"I'm done with that. Can I go?"

[Allison Rogers]

"Let me see it," Allison said, setting her magazine aside and holding out her hand.

[Sidney Young]

Sid grabs her short list she scribbled down and walks up to Allison, handing it over.

[Allison Rogers]

She looked it over, "I think I'm going to need you to write some more to support why you believe point 2 is appropriate cafeteria behavior." She handed it back to Sid.

[Alex Carpenter]

"To make step three possible," Alex said from where he was writing. "Need to add in 'find someone who'd actually pay for that' before that, though."

[Sidney Young]

"Fuck off, Carpenter. You can't afford my douchebag tax."

[Allison Rogers]

"I take it since you feel free to comment that you're done with your report, Mr. Carpenter?" She handed Sid's sheet back to her.

[Alex Carpenter]

"Getting close. Could use a few more minutes," Alex said, getting to the part about how you shouldn't hit blind girls, because it made you a legitimate target to get your ass kicked.

[Sidney Young]

Sidney dramatically rolls her eyes and walks back to her desk.

[Allison Rogers]

"I look forward to your masterpiece," she said, going back to her magazine.