fandomhigh | How to Be a Complete Bitch Without Really Trying, Workshop 7, Period 2 (Monday, August 18)

Class! Class, this week was very exciting! Were they excited, children? They should be! Today was a very special day! Today was their final! Wasn't that right, Jean-Paul?

"Indeed, Mademoiselle Bell," Jean-Paul agreed. "Today is your final." They should be very excited indeed! They were almost done with Jean-Paul and Tink! "And we have a very special final in store for you. It should be an excellent test of whether you have truly learned the way of the bitch, is that not right, Mademoiselle Bell?"

It should! It also contained random humiliation, which, in Tink's mind, was just as important for a final. Because teachers should get to laugh at their students a lot. Why else would one teach? It certainly wasn't for the money. Did the children have any idea what they got paid, here? Here was a hint: not much.

"It is true, we do not. Do not go into education, children. The pay is horrible and you have to deal with, well, you. When you are thirty looking back at yourselves as teenagers, you will agree with me." Was Jean-Paul being bitchy? Yes. He also believed he was one hundred percent right. "Now, your final will be simple. Complete the tasks assigned to you in the proper fashion, and you are done."

Of course, that was only simple for people with full, functioning brains, so Tink wasn't too convinced that all of their students could pull it off, but at least the failures would be entertaining. Tink had a martini and would be keeping score and videotaping anything that looked particularly useful for blackmail purposes. Had Jean-Paul noticed how rich this island was, for blackmail possibilities?

"I have!" Jean-Paul said happily. "Truly, it is a wonderful place. Unless you are the one being blackmailed." They would not speak of the weekend everyone was a pony. Ever. "But remember, children, after the blackmail possibilities, you are done!" That meant they never had to see JP and Tink again! Unless they needed clothes. Or got stuck in one of his classes. But other than that!

And that was a very, very good thing indeed. Now shoo! Off with you! Time to final!

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"I have an umbrella," the goth guy sighed. "I suppose I can get you some new soup."

Because he was bored, and doing Warren a favor. Not because they paid him to serve customers. Customers were annoying.

"You... suppose." Warren's eyebrows furrowed. His hands were now covered in licks of flame. "You want to clear that up a little. If you suppose you can help me? Or if it's gonna be, 'yes, sir, I'll get you some real soup before you char me to a smoldering crisp?'"

The goth guy eyerolled. Phenomenally. "Sunlight won't actually kill me," he announced, picking up Warren's bowl of soup and heading for the kitchen. "I'm more powerful than that."

Within two minutes he returned with a completely, very different bowl of soup. You could tell it was a different bowl of soup because he had just walked to the kitchen and back and wouldn't just try bringing the same bowl back or anything. It just might, suspiciously, look somewhat similar to the previous bowl of soup. And be two minutes colder.

"You have got. To. Be. Kidding me." Warren was now standing up. Standing up and trying not to light himself entirely ablaze and attempting to refrain from wrapping his hands around this guy's neck and strangling.

Instead, he was going to take the bowl. And he was going to start toward the kitchen, himself. Fine. The ugly kid with the bad make-up didn't want to help him, he'd take it to the cooks.

While swearing.

In Chinese.

How to Be a Complete Bitch Without Really Trying, Workshop 7, Period 2 (Monday, August 18)

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