Is This Your Douche? (FiFi, Zac)

[Archer Thompson]

It was a warm night in early September at the tail end of summer. Pretty soon the summer warmth would be gone, replaced by the coolness of fall. Leaves of all colors would litter the school grounds, while the students breath would be visible in the cold fall air. The ground would then become covered in frost, the days would grow shorter and soon, winter would announce its presence with a thick snowfall that would cover the ground not in inches, but in feet.

And Zac better be thankful that there's none of that going on right now, or Archer would have left his ass out in the cold to freeze.

Making his way through the halls of the coveted co-ed dormitories was Archer, the campus' favorite (only) hunting mutt shape shifter. Dressed in naught but his hiking boots and a pair of worn blue jean shorts, the meta human from down under was carrying a very familiar and detested Asian over his shoulders. Zac LaRousse, currently the most hated young man on campus, had found himself at the mercy of some very unhappy school mates. Only the timely arrival of Archer had saved him from possibly fatal injuries. Blood loss had knocked him out like a light, leaving his fellow student to carry him to the dorms he shared with Mia and Evan, though the later tends to find other places to sleep.

As for Zac well.. let's just say that somebody is probably going to yell at Archer for not bringing him to the infirmary. Out of all the beatings he'd gotten, this one had by far been the worse. He looked as if he'd been run over by a horse or something. His clothes were pretty torn up, his nose was broken and his body was covered in bruises and cuts. It hadn't been severe enough to warrant not moving him though, something Archer wouldn't have done unless he'd been sure he could do so without causing Zac any long term injuries.

As for Archer, he seemed to be in a good enough mood despite his current predicament. If one looked close enough they'd be able to see traces of blood on the lower half of Archer's face and neck. He had a few scuff marks and scrapes of his own, though none of them would be leaving any noticeable scars. At least not of the caliber of the ones he already had that is. The teenager was literally covered in what appeared to be slash and gouge marks from times gone by. But that's what happens when shape shifters use their alternate forms to go hunting.

"Thank god your ass is so damn skinny mate, or I'd have left you for the birds," said Archer to the unconscious Asian he was lugging through the halls. It was a joke of course, but then Archer was new enough and mean looking enough to appear very capable of such an act.

[Fifi Hart]

Fiona had managed to ride out the wave of rage surrounding her friend with as much grace as one such as she could. After all the tears had subsided, and the desire to storm into the neighboring dorm and tear Mia’s hair out with them, things had seemed pretty good. Then again, Fifi wasn’t Zac. Or anyone else involved in orchestrating the monstrous prank that was The Talk. It wasn’t as if she really had that much to worry about. But like she’d warned Zac, shitty times were ahead. She was sure people would be out for blood.

Yet today was not one of the days that Zac’s well-being had been at the front of her mind. In fact, it had been a pretty lax day, and she’d managed to muster up the motivation to head to the library and get some studying done. It was far too easy to get distracted in her room, and her grades were finally starting to rise in the class.

Either excellent luck or shitty timing helped her open the door at the exact moment to see a shirtless boy carrying a beat-to-shit Zac over her shoulders. “Oh my fuck. Zac?!” Dropping her messenger bag in her doorway, Fifi lashed out and snatched the wrist of the unknown (did I mentioned shirtless? And fairly cute?) student carrying Zac. “Hey! Hold on a second what the fuck happened? Get in here, I have a first aid kit.”

Dragging Archer into her door, Fifi zipped back to her room, snatching the keys out of her bag as she stumbled inside. “Put him on the couch. Is he awake? Did you call the nurse?” she fretted, her voice carrying from inside her room as she dug around for her first aid kit. She’d had it since she started at Hammel, and never used it, but for once she was glad she’d kept it around.

And that she’d bothered to read books on first aid in juvie.

[Archer Thompson]

Three seconds later and he'd have been kicking the door to dorm 208 wide open. Looks like Zac's wish of not being in Mia's vicinity had come true. Said shirtless teenager, turning his head to regard Fiona as she appeared from the room, would pretty much forget about Zac, which was saying something since he was currently asleep on Archer's shoulders. Instead, the teenage girl before him would get Archer's undivided attention. He caught her looking and he didn't mind. "Evening," he said, doing his best to give some kind of sexy grin. Of course, with the blood, bruises, scars and shoulder camper, it most likely came off as psychotic rather then attractive.

"So you know this idiot?"

It was an honest question.. and idiot was the best word Archer could think of to describe Zac. He'd pissed off just about the entire school and had decided to go for a walk all by his lonesome with his powers deactivated. As far as Archer was concerned that meant either Zac wanted to die, or had a lack of common sense. Zac was obviously far too in love with himself to be suicidal, so he chose the later.

As Fifi dragged him by the wrist into her dorm, Archer would quickly go over what happened. "Was having me-self a nice nap in the woods when all of a sudden I wake up to this guy getting his head beat in." He'd enter the room in a way that made it so Zac's head wouldn't connect with the door frame. "Thought he was just getting taught a lesson, you know after what he did and all." Making his way over to the couch, he'd carefully lower his fellow student onto the couch. Archer was a very strong young man, but carrying Zac across campus and navigating a staircase with him on his shoulders hadn't exactly left him one hundred percent.

"Turned out they wanted Zac here dead.. or at least that's what it looked like when the horse started trampling his sorry ass." The way Archer talked, he didn't seem awfully worried about Zac. His attention was currently on Fifi, who he seemed quite interested in. It was typical Archer behavior. 'Don't worry mate, I'll take care of you. Hello nuuurse.. what was I doing again?' "Was bringing him to me dorm mate since they know each other when I ran into you."

As for why he hadn't brought Zac to the nurse..

"He's fine, was talking to him part way here when he fell asleep on me.. and after what I did to the asshole that did this, I'm sure the nurse has got her hands full right now." Archer was pretty sure that the kid he had mauled was way worse off then Zac. He's pretty sure he'd crippled that leg on the horse boy, but with what they'd been doing at the time he was pretty sure they'd keep their mouth shut about the majority of the incident. And if they didn't, Archer was pretty sure that Zac would vouch for his story. After all it was the least he could do after he saved his life.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi looked quizzically at Archer, her mouth slightly slack in a sort of what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-trying-to-flirt-when-you-look-like-you-were-just-in-a-dog-fight (literally) look, shaking her head from right to left. “Yes. I know him. He’s a good friend of mine and to be really honest I’m not the least fuckin’ bit surprised that someone beat the shit out of him.” She whipped around to look at Archer over her shoulder menacingly. “And seriously if this is your fault I am absolutely going to tear your eyeballs out.” She reappeared from her room carrying a large, red first aid kit under her arm a few moments later.

Technically tearing someone’s eyeballs out was against her parole, but she was pretty sure the aussie didn’t know shit about that.

As Archer explained what had happened, Fifi drew her fingers almost lovingly over Zac’s face, caressing his cheek before pushing is hair out of his face. While the gesture may have looked tender to anyone looking on, people who knew Fifi fairly well would probably get the gyst---Zac was going to be in a lot of pain, if he wasn’t already. Her powers could at least dull the ache. Blinking away the dulling edges of intoxication from her side effects, Fiona set to work.

“Kay. So I take back the eyeballs thing. Thanks for saving his sick sorry ass.” She grunted, divesting Zac of his shirt with ease (practice makes perfect), shaking her head, she ran her hand delicately over his chest, already bruised with---

“Hoof prints. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I hope you seriously gutted those fuckers.” She growled, stomping into her kitchen to wet a towel with hot water. Just as she was about to leave, she grabbed another and gave it the same treatment. “Here.” She said, tossing one of the warm rags to Archer. “Get yourself cleaned up, whatever your name is. I’ll patch you up next.”

Fiona had learned basic first aid, but the best of what she’d learned had been from books. Gently maneuvering Zac’s head into her lap, she felt over his ribs. They were probably bruised, but they didn’t feel cracked or broken. The worst thing appeared to be his nose. Dabbing the cloth over his face, wiping the blood away from his nose, Fiona shook her head. “What a fuck head. He’s supposed to have guards or something.”

[Archer Thompson]

To Archer, there was nothing wrong with hitting on a good looking girl after a fight. On the contrary, such physically exertion happened to put him in a very good mood. It wasn't often that he got to cut loose like he had earlier and the fact that he'd done so in canine form had made it all the sweeter. He wouldn't push it though. Archer was able to recognize FiFi wasn't in a similar mood, so he'd decide to postpone continued flirting.

"Well, not like he didn't deserve it for what he and them others pulled last month." Archer didn't feel the least bit sympathetic for Zac. Of course it wasn't Zac himself who had been responsible for what appeared on the projector, but then listening in on the hushed gossip that floated around campus only informed Archer of so much. According to everyone else Zac had been the mastermind, so it was only fair he'd get the beatings. He'd muse on this as she retrieved the first aid kit, busying himself by making sure that nobody had followed him to the dorm room by returning to the hall and having a quick poke around.

Returning to the room in time to see Fiona start her work, he'd close the door behind him and lean against the wall to watch.

"Thing nothing of it." He'd watch as she removed Zac's shirt, his attention shifting between her and the injuries that the group he'd fought off left on their victim. Catching the wash cloth, he'd go about cleaning off the blood and dirt from his face, arms and torso. "Didn't touch the telekinetic or his invisible bitch.. but the horse shapeshifter'll need surgery and crutches for what I did to him." The warm water felt good and as far as he was concerned it was enough for his injuries. "That is if he hasn't bled out by now." It was always a possibility, he thought. Though he was pretty sure if that kid had ended up dying, campus security would be crashing down upon his head by now.

"And you don't have to worry bout me, I've shrugged off far worse then this in me years."

Still, he wasn't going to argue if she wanted to look him over. Ever since his father had passed on, he'd forced himself to get used to such treatment. His mother and sister had taken it upon themselves to check just about every scratch he got for infection. He'd learned by now that if a woman decides to play nurse, there's no arguing with her. As for Zac's bodyguards..

"Personal security on campus? You're pulling me leg, his dad can't have that much pull on the staff round here.. can he?"

[Zachary LaRousse]

If it wasn’t for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and the occasional groans and grunts that escaped the back of his throat, one would’ve thought that Zac’s finally met his doom. With the fight over and his assailants running away thanks to his monster dog of a saviour, his body decided to slowly decrease the epinephrine production, virtually taking all the boy’s energy away. Tired and bloody, Zac lay almost lifeless across Archer’s shoulder as they walked towards the dorms; his arms were flinging back and forth and really, combined with his battered form, one would think he’s already a corpse.

It was that warm sensation (from Fifi’s wet towel) that brought him back to his senses. Not only was it different, it was oddly comforting. Very much like a hot bath after a rigorous day at the gym. Only this time the pain wasn’t much in his arms or torso, but on his nose and ribs.

“Wh-where am I?” he said as he managed to open his eyes, blinking as he adjusted to the relative brightness of the room. From the softness of the couch to that familiar dorm-carpet smell, well, he’s fairly sure he’s not along the grassy school grounds anymore.

He tried standing up, or at least sitting up, but his sides were far too sore for him to move that he had to come back down. It was only then did he realize that his shirt was already off and that Fifi was to his side. “Err…should I ask Fiona?” asked the pompous heir, a slight smirk forming on his face (his nose was still aching so he can’t contort his face much). “What am I doing here? How’d I get here? And where’s the monster dog?”

He just woke up and already he’s asking so many questions. Someone put him back to sleep please?

ooc:
Hooray for Zac's sudden appearance. LOL. XD.
- Jam

[Fifi Hart]

“He absolutely deserved it.” Fifi enthused, setting to work gently scrubbing the blood and dirt from Zac’s face, revealing minor cuts and scrapes along the way. “And I told him he did. And that someone would beat the shit out of him.” She grumbled, moving on to his torso, which was decidedly less bloody but still required a tender hand.

When he’d been cleaned up satisfactorily enough for Fifi’s taste, she set the kit in her lap and
finally took the opportunity to peek at Archer through her dark lashes. He absolutely looked less beat up than Zac did. Zac was at the worry state, Archer? The hot state. The state of roughed up that they make actors in movies to make them look jagged and dangerous or something.

When Archer explained what had happened, she quirked her eyebrows and huffed a skeptical laugh. “You know you sound like a complete sociopath when you say that, right?” She pointed out, though an impish grin remained on her face, betraying the fact that she delighted in the revenge Archer exacted on Zac’s attackers.

“I’m sure all rugged Aussies say that girls don’t need to worry about them, but I’m going to do it anyway.” It was true, she would fuss over Archer as she saw fit, but at this point it was starting to be just as an excuse to get a better look at his body.

She felt a little bad, but Zac wasn’t going to die, so it was only a little. Perhaps had the situation been a bit more grievous, Fifi could have been bothered to think with something other than her libido.

Unraveling some gauze with which to patch up Zac, Fifi gave Archer a glare that was deadly serious. “Don’t underestimate the power of money, dude. Zac’s got plenty of influence.” She didn’t have time to turn the subject back to Archer (like asking his name, or how on earth he’d manage to inflict so much damage on a horse) before Zac’s eyes fluttered open.

She sighed with relief, cracking a surprisingly gentle smile. “Hey. It’s cool. You’re in my living room.” She cooed. Then the smirk, and her face contorted into wry grin. “Well at least I know you’re okay, you idiot. You’re still acting like your complete ass hole self.” She grunted, laying the open cause on her knee before opening an antiseptic wipe to clean his cuts.

“You’re here because some beat the living fuck out of you like I told you they would. Aussie McHotpants over there tried to bring you to that cunt next door. And the…dog?” She looked over to Archer expectantly, shrugging. “I guess he’s still here. He’s just a dude now.” Setting her mouth, Fifi wiped at the cut on Zac’s nose, careful not to press too hard on the break. The antiseptic substances in the wipe fizzed slightly. “Shut up and hold still.” She ordered, worried her hand would slip if he spoke too much.

[Archer Thompson]

"Well then he should have listened to you if he wants to live long enough to graduate." Archer was pretty much convinced that unless Zac learned from what had happened out by the pond, he was a dead man walking. After all, he'd just pissed off an entire school full of meta humans just about. From the looks of it, the three kids out at the watering hole were prepared to kill him right when Archer had intervened. While they weren't anything more then thugs, they'd definitely had the psych to commit such an act of violence, no doubt about that. If Zac didn't tread careful, he was eventually going to run into somebody that had both the will and the abilities to put him down for good.

As for sounding like a sociopath.

"An I wouldn' have it any other way." He'd give a wolfish grin, obviously delighted that Fiona saw his violent nature right off the bat. Especially considering her body language clued Archer into the fact that she liked it. You and I are going to get along *very* well, he though as he eyed her over. Yes, he was checking her out. No, he wasn't afraid to make it obvious. Unlike some young men, he wasn't afraid to let other people know what was on his mind.

"No arguments here." Archer didn't have any trouble whatsoever with Fiona putting her hands on him. But then this was your typical hot blooded, sixteen year old male that we're talking about. He'd even start to move closer to Fiona, though at a slow pace. So much for not flirting, he told himself inwardly, but then he'd never had much luck controlling that aspect of his personality. He'd stop when she turned her attention back to Zac, reminding himself that the rich kid's health came first at this point in time.

"Yeah well.. money'll only get you so far." He'd stand there, watching her as she continued to play nurse. "Lot of people out to get his ass. And I'm not going to be around twenty four seven to make sure that this doesn't happen again." Though I could be persuaded, thought Archer. After all, there were perks to playing bodyguard for somebody like Zac. He'd about to say something out loud along those lines when Zac woke up.

Stepping aside to give Zac some breathing room, Archer would take a seat on a nearby empty chair. He'd keep silent, eyeing the rich kid from behind Fifi. He noticed the look Zac gave Fiona and decided that his alibi was going to pull through. Then Zac would ask about the dog and Archer would wonder if there was head trauma. He thought it had been quite obvious that he was the vicious looking canine that had saved Zac's ass back at the pond. He was about to say something, when Fifi put two and two together and said it for him.

Aussie McHotpants? He'd give a low chuckle at that little nickname. It was cute, he thought and he certainly didn't mind that she'd associated him with being attractive. Not that he was surprised, with how she'd been looking at him earlier. "Woof," was the only reply he would give to that topic, giving Zac the same look that had terrified him so much when Archer first appeared from the darkness, though this time without the blood covering his mouth and neck.

"So Zac, why didn't you tell me you had such good looking friends?" he joked as he leaned back in the chair, watching Fifi go to work. "And smart too.. really should have listened to her when she warned you bout this happening mate. Could have saved yourself a lot of blood.. and me a shirt."

[Zachary LaRousse]

Fifi’s teasing was promptly replied with a rather impish wink from Zac; while normally such a gesture would mean something more (read: Hey sexy, I’ll be getting in your pants soon enough), oddly enough when he did that to the tactile intoxicator, the mimic meant just that – that it was nothing more than a playful response. As it was, through the course of their tutorial sessions (and after she told her about her dark secret), he has convinced himself that he’d be better off having Fifi as an invaluable friend than his ‘resource person’ whenever his libido’s acting up (which is like, forever). And so while the exchange would’ve been looked upon as suggestive by some, to Zac, it was anything but.

Who could’ve thought that the scuffle in the Talk would actually earn him some real friends? (Not that it’d stop him from setting her up with JD, once they make-up and all that anyway).

However, whatever comfort the pompous teen felt vanished momentarily when he saw Archer seated on a chair just beside him. Blame it to trauma or something else, but it’s as if the (not-so-)brief conversation he had with the shape shifter before he passed out vanished. He was startled, looking at the Australian with wide eyes that screamed fear and panic. For a moment, the only thing that ran through his head was Archer’s blood-smeared mouth, coupled with that sinister grin of his.

It’s like he’s some kind of vampire really. And definitely not the sparkly kind at that.

But then Fifi explained to him what had happened and those crucial memories started trickling in. “Fuck you Robin Hood,” he growled, shaking his head as his heart beat returned to normal, “What did I tell you about that smirk of yours again? Creepy. Seriously. Stop it. You won’t be getting anyone to bed with that one.”

Or not. Clearly he’s not privy to the thing going on between the two just yet.

He flinched when Fifi put the antiseptic on him, the fizzing just making him panic just a bit more. “Aww. Be careful with it will you?” he whined, not that it’d do any different, “Why do they always have to break my nose all the time? It’s not even that prominent as a white boy’s nose. Goodness.”

“What would you want me to do, imprison myself in my room? Like that’d work.” True, he still has all the comforts of his room sans his internet connection, but even a flat-screen TV gets boring from time to time. “And besides, I’m not entirely to blame. I did nothing, I was just walking around. That, and my cousins should’ve arrived to Hammel by now. Wonder what happened to Saffron and Jazz’s papers.” Yes, he’s going to have his very own gestalt pair body guards soon. Or at least he hopes anyway.

“Wait, what? Say that again?!” No way. Since when did he start missing these things? “Dude, don’t hit on Fifi. She’s taken already, right Fifi?”

Because his plan to present Fiona as his peace offering to JD (complete with a big pink bow over her head) should not be, in any way, disrupted. Not even by his saviour.

ooc:
Long and rambly and crappy and OMIGODJUSTSHOOTMENOW. Sorry gaiz. D;.
- Jam

[Fifi Hart]

“You’re damn right he should have.” Fifi sniffed haughtily. Now if only everyone would just do what she said, things would probably be a lot better. At least if Zac would, he wouldn’t get hurt so much. But Zac was complete idiot and also an ass. So he was bound to need a few knocks in the head.

Having known a few sociopaths in her day, Fifi rolled her eyes at his comment. “Charming, you are.” She teased, shaking her head. It was easy to tell he wasn’t a sociopath simply by the way he brushed things off. That was nice, really. Even if she really only wanted him to stand around shirtless and not talk.

Though the accent was alright.

She caught him eyeing her like a piece of meat and snorted, shaking her head at him again.
“You know I normally prefer some subtlety in my seduction…not wolf-eyes.” It was only partially a lie. Frankly, Fifi was just as guilty as letting her eyes practically pop out of her head when a nice looking person walked by. And she was by no means shy about offering a wink as well. She just didn’t want to come off too easy.

Fifi had to chew on her bottom lip to keep from laughing at Zac after Archer’s ‘woof’ comment. She’d thought it was funny, and didn’t mind the smirk. Dabbing at the last of the blood on Zac’s face, Fifi quirked her eyebrow. “Careful Zac, some of us ladies like a good smirk in bed.” She defended, starting to bandage some of the cuts that bloomed over Zac’s skin. “And you know what, maybe if you locked yourself in your room you wouldn’t be in situations like this.”

She huffed again, finishing off her bandaging job. “I should have put you under when I had the chance.” Fiona muttered under her breath. She grinned at Archer’s words, turning over her shoulder to give him a flirtatious look. It quickly fell when Zac stepped in. Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth with a tch sound, raising her fist as if to punch Zac. “Oh stop.” She prompted.

“Me? Taken? Are you talking about Sett?” She inquired curiously, pointing to Archer. “You. Come here.” She demanded, clearing a space on the coffee table for Archer to sit.

[Archer Thompson]

He'd give a chuckle at Zac's reaction to his presence. He hadn't expected any different after how the beaten and bloody teenager had pretty much pissed himself the first time they'd made eye contact. "You're welcome," he said, with a hint of friendly sarcasm to the words. Standing up, Archer gave Zac a quick look over. "Congratulations runt, looks like that's gonna leave a scar," he stated, nodding toward the hoof mark. "Just make sure when you tell the story to leave out the part where you fainted in me arms."

"That is if you want to impress anyone with it," he added, before turning his attention back to Fiona, who at the moment was proving to be far more interesting than Zac. But then it wasn't often he found a good looking young lady who wasn't intimidated by his behavior, thought of him as attractive *and* had a sarcastic sense of humor.

"Well.. I've never been that subtle," he said with a shake of his head. "I guess it's just the dog in me," he said. "Anyway, not me fault you're beautiful to look at," he said, giving her a wink of his own.

It was at that point that Zac had decided to stick his nose into where, as far as Archer was concerned, it had no business being in. Turning his attention back to Zac, Archer ignored a minor urge to roll the couch over, injured Asian and all. Instead, Zac would get a look which should clue him in on just how little influence he had on Archer's actions. This was definitely one fellow student he wasn't going to be able to manipulate.

"After what you pulled in Sex Ed I'm not surprised it took this long for somebody to try and kill you." Archer shook his head at Zac's whining, his attention returning to Fiona. "Want me to put him out again?" he asked FiFi. He was joking, but then it wasn't like Archer would have any reservation of knocking Zac unconscious if Fifi said yes.

Taking a seat at the coffee table without argument, Archer would sit up straight so Fifi was able to get a good look at his naked torso. As for Archer's physical condition, he seemed to have come out of the fight with only a few scrapes and slowly forming bruises. It was nothing compared to the number of ghoulish looking scars that ran across his torso. Fifi would be able to pick out more then a couple of slash marks, small puncture wounds and what appeared to be bite marks from some sort of animal on his right shoulder. Out of the bunch, only his shoulder looked like it had been operated on and none of them seemed to have crippled or hampered the teenager.

"Just couldn't wait to get your hands on me huh?"

[Zachary LaRousse]

Despite the fact that the Australian just saved him from a rather unsightly death, Zac still feels rather uncomfortable around him. It’s not the cocky attitude, no – he’s faced more than enough of those and has ruled above them a dozen times over – but more about the fact that Archer doesn’t seem to have any qualms about biting a guy’s leg off should he see it fit. And how a leg can easily be translated into an arm, his sides, his neck. Give it a few more days of talking to the guy and learning his quirks, then maybe he’d be a little comfortable being in a room alone with the guy. Maybe being the operative word, that is.

“Oh I’m sure it will,” said Zac, rolling his eyes, his voice laced with much sarcasm and irritation, “But only if you don’t have expert biomanipulators under your (father’s) payroll. And unfortunately for you, I do have them. About ten of them, I think.” The main reason Zac’s skin seems so flawless despite the fact that he’s been in quite the number of fisticuffs in his time in Hammel actually (though in his defense, the number dropped drastically when he turned sixteen and his father warned him about taking his car away should Zac continue with his ways). “They could even take away those unsightly gashes you have, if I tell them to.” The mimic could never understand why people would find scars attractive. Maybe if their world was different from this one, like those post-apocalyptic shows, then scars would be the next six-pack-abs and hour-glass-figure, but now? Not a chance. “If only I could find a phone to use. Fifi?” he grinned, turning to the girl to try and smile sweetly.

While failed miserably, since grinning widely involved moving his cheek muscles and twitching his nose a bit, sending a jolt of pain all through his body and making him growl instead.

Zac would’ve said something more but was happily blocked by the onslaught of flirty responses between the two. He could only scowl in disgust when he finally realized that the attraction was mutual. How in the world would he be able to apologize to JD now?

Fuck this, he thought. Fifi’s obviously smitten and JD’s brooding image doesn’t have a chance with Archer’s vampire appeal. Damn it. Seems he has to turn to Vajayjay Jalen for this one then.

“Oh I give up. Get a room you guys,” he huffed, waving his hands to shoo them away, “And please put me under Fiona. I seriously don’t want to hear whatever exchange happens between you two.”

“…unless of course you’d want me to join in.” Just because he’s beat up doesn’t mean he’s not up for it.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi chuckled, shaking her head. Subtlety was obviously not Archer’s thing and it simultaneously made him look more appealing and more like a total ass. Fortunately, Fifi had a thing for total asses (exhibit A. Zac LaRousse).

Rolling her eyes at the exchanges between the two boys, Fifi stood and planted her hands on her hips. When Archer asked if she needed help putting Zac down, Fifi shook her head. “Ladies. You’re both pretty. Now stop pulling each other’s pigtails and get back to recess.” She teased sarcastically.

When Archer sat, Fifi lowered herself onto the couch near Zac, her hip bumping his. “Sorry about this Princess, but you can’t play.” She said with a sigh, though it was really more to mock him than anything. Knowing well what a lightweight Zac was, Fifi planted her hands on either side of Zac’s face and planted a pretty heavy kiss on his mouth.

When she drew away, it didn’t take long for him to slip into unconsciousness. “Now. Where were we?” Fifi said, adjusting Zac so that he wasn’t so twisted up and could sleep comfortably. “Oh! Right.” she sat back across from Archer, looking over his torso with practiced appreciation. Careful to keep her power in check, Fiona ran her fingers over one of the larger slash scars. “My hands on you.”

Reaching back into the first aid kit for a cotton ball and some peroxide, Fifi managed to reluctantly draw her gaze back to Archer’s face. “Where did all of those even come from?” She inquired, soaking the cotton ball and drawing it over some of the fresh cuts. The peroxide fizzed slightly, but she could tell they were really nothing too major. Maybe the bruises would be a bitch, but he’d recover.