Animosity In The Ranks
Chapter 98
“You know the best thing about s’mores?” Katie asked as she scrapped melted marshmallow off her cheeks for the hundredth time so far that night.
“What?” you asked as you licked your own fingers clean of chocolate, not even bothering with your face at this point. You knew a hopeless cause when you saw one. Even though you couldn’t see your face per say.
“It not only goes well with booze,” Katie started to list off, pausing to emphasize her point as she lifted up the flask. The bottle of vodka was long since gone, though the two of you were none to worse for the wear because of it.
“It not only supplies PMSing females with chocolate,” Katie paused again, this time to fight with the marshmallow she was putting on her stick.
“You too?” you asked with a sympathetic look.
“Oh yeah,” Katie added with a shudder.
Stupid periods.
“BUT!” Katie went back into her rant about the added benefits of s’mores.
“If you put your marshmallow on just right on the end of your stick. And if your stick is the perfect blend of elasticity and strength, which they are. You have an amazing game at your fingertips so to speak,” Katie supplied with a grin.
“And what game would this be?” you asked as you mimicked how she put the marshmallow on her stick before sticking into the fire like she was. You waited a minute for her to respond, watching you marshmallow woefully as well as watching her for your next clue. You soon got your answer as you watched her pull her marshmallow out of the fire, engulfed in flames!
“Flaming marshmallows!” Katie cheered joyfully yet grinning evilly at the same time.
You watched her with a confused look on your face until you watched her pull back her stick and send the flaming ball of sugar sailing into the distance. It’s brightly burning sugary mass burning a trail of light through the dark parking area. At that your face changed into a giant ecstatic ‘O’. Pulling back on your stick that you had brought out of the fire you let your flaming blob of doom go sailing after Katie’s, giggling ridiculously the entire time. It didn’t sail or land as far as Katie’s did, but it was your first one and you had a feeling you were up against a pro.
“Oh this is amazing!” you exclaimed as you went for another marshmallow to set aflame to toss into the darkness.
“It’s why I generally bring more then one bag of them,” Katie said with a guilty shrug before taking another swig from the flask of Knob Creek.
“Did you light bags of poo on fire on people’s doorsteps as a kid or something?” you asked, laughing as you set your newest ammo on fire at the same time as you took the flask from Katie for your own swig. You always did have a soft spot for Knob Creek.
“Never! I would never do such a thing!” Katie scoffed indignantly.
“Didn’t think so, but had to ask,” you teased cheekily, a grin on your face as you got ready to fling your fire ball. You waited for Katie.
“Okay. Distance test. One, two, three!” Katie shouted, the both of you launching your flaming marshmallows as far as you could.
“Ooo I think we have a tie. I think you have the makings of a pro in you yet! Now, distance skyward,” Katie supplied as she grabbed the both of you another sugary mass.
“You know I think this may be the most ridiculous thing I’ve done in a long time,” you chuckled, twirling your marshmallow in the fire to get good coverage.
“That’s what I’m here for,” Katie supplied with a grin as you both pulled out your new round of ammo out of the fire and got into position for the height test.
“And here I thought it was to make sure my brother didn’t sound like an idiot in front of all his adoring fans,” you supplied, your evil plan setting itself into place.
“There isn’t anything that I do that improves the sound of your brothers voice,” Katie supplied with a soft smile as she arched her stick back.
“Tell me that when you get him screaming your name in bed,” you spit out really quickly.
“What?” Katie squeaked in surprise, swinging her head around to stare at you open mouthed. Which consequently made her prematurely let go of her marshmallow, sending it more straightforward then up in the air. It was all you needed as a distraction, you grinned stupidly as you let your marshmallow go. You only half watched it arch perfectly high in to the air, clearing well above the top of the tree near you. The other half of your attention was focused on Katie and the color of scarlet she was turning next to you, height challenge and flaming marshmallows temporarily forgotten.
“I think I won that round,” you supplied normally, laying on the nonchalance as heavy as you could. It took everything your tipsy self had not to break into a giant grin. With that statement Katie seemed to snap out of her state of shock.
“Oh you little cheater McK-Cheater pants!” Katie bashed at you, smacking you with her s’more stick.
“I call for a new distance match. Not height, since you seem to have height down. I call for a rematch of long distance so I can whoop your ass and put you back in your place for that there little trick you pulled!” Katie demanded, sounding very official as you watched her try and control her facial features. Seems like you weren’t the only one trying to hold back a grin or two.
“You’re on Misses ‘you’re nose is pretty’. Bring it!” you teased as you stuck your new marshmallow on your well charred stick.
“Whatever you say Captain Roadie Killer,” Katie teased back just as easily.
“Touché!” you answered with a laugh, watching for the right amount of flame on the end of your stick.
“Ready?” Katie asked as she pulled her stick out.
“Just about,” you replied as you turned your stick once more in the flames, your tongue stuck out between your teeth as you concentrated through the booze to get the perfect amount of flame.
“Alright, let’s do this thing,” you cheered as you brought yours out of the fire and got it into position, trying to figure out the best angle for the longest and greatest distance.
“On the count of three again. One. Two. THREE!” Katie shouted, the two of you letting your flaming marshmallows go at the same time on the count of three.
It was either because of all the booze the two of you had consumed at this point, or it was the spirit of competition making you guys work harder. Whatever it was both of your marshmallows went really far. Really, really far actually. It suffices to say they might of went too far.
“What the fuck?!” you heard someone shout angrily.
“Oops?” you offered carelessly as you looked over at Katie beside you. She had on a shocked look.
“Oh no, what did we do?” Katie asked, broken laughter making her question less serious and more like she didn’t care.
“I think we just set my brother and Syn’s shirts on fire. The ones that were out drying on those folding chairs next to the bus, you passed them on the way over,” you laughed, trying your best not to fall off the picnic table.
“Oh shit. Dear me,” Katie laughed, a snort making its way out at the end of her statement.
“Wanna play a new game I just created?“ you asked, wiggling your eyebrows mischievously.
“What game would this be my dear?“ Katie asked, a similar mischievous look on her face.
“Why the hit the stupid gorilla brained rock stars with flaming marshmallows game my dearest Katie. I hear it’s all the rage,” you answered evilly as you loaded a new marshmallow onto your stick and set it into the fire.
“Ooo I think I’m intrigued. Let’s play a round or two shall we?” Katie asked with a laugh as she stuck her own into the fire.
“Or seven. At least seven,” you added as you spun your flaming ammo around in the fire more.
“Oh yes, at least,” Katie added.
“What?” you asked as you licked your own fingers clean of chocolate, not even bothering with your face at this point. You knew a hopeless cause when you saw one. Even though you couldn’t see your face per say.
“It not only goes well with booze,” Katie started to list off, pausing to emphasize her point as she lifted up the flask. The bottle of vodka was long since gone, though the two of you were none to worse for the wear because of it.
“It not only supplies PMSing females with chocolate,” Katie paused again, this time to fight with the marshmallow she was putting on her stick.
“You too?” you asked with a sympathetic look.
“Oh yeah,” Katie added with a shudder.
Stupid periods.
“BUT!” Katie went back into her rant about the added benefits of s’mores.
“If you put your marshmallow on just right on the end of your stick. And if your stick is the perfect blend of elasticity and strength, which they are. You have an amazing game at your fingertips so to speak,” Katie supplied with a grin.
“And what game would this be?” you asked as you mimicked how she put the marshmallow on her stick before sticking into the fire like she was. You waited a minute for her to respond, watching you marshmallow woefully as well as watching her for your next clue. You soon got your answer as you watched her pull her marshmallow out of the fire, engulfed in flames!
“Flaming marshmallows!” Katie cheered joyfully yet grinning evilly at the same time.
You watched her with a confused look on your face until you watched her pull back her stick and send the flaming ball of sugar sailing into the distance. It’s brightly burning sugary mass burning a trail of light through the dark parking area. At that your face changed into a giant ecstatic ‘O’. Pulling back on your stick that you had brought out of the fire you let your flaming blob of doom go sailing after Katie’s, giggling ridiculously the entire time. It didn’t sail or land as far as Katie’s did, but it was your first one and you had a feeling you were up against a pro.
“Oh this is amazing!” you exclaimed as you went for another marshmallow to set aflame to toss into the darkness.
“It’s why I generally bring more then one bag of them,” Katie said with a guilty shrug before taking another swig from the flask of Knob Creek.
“Did you light bags of poo on fire on people’s doorsteps as a kid or something?” you asked, laughing as you set your newest ammo on fire at the same time as you took the flask from Katie for your own swig. You always did have a soft spot for Knob Creek.
“Never! I would never do such a thing!” Katie scoffed indignantly.
“Didn’t think so, but had to ask,” you teased cheekily, a grin on your face as you got ready to fling your fire ball. You waited for Katie.
“Okay. Distance test. One, two, three!” Katie shouted, the both of you launching your flaming marshmallows as far as you could.
“Ooo I think we have a tie. I think you have the makings of a pro in you yet! Now, distance skyward,” Katie supplied as she grabbed the both of you another sugary mass.
“You know I think this may be the most ridiculous thing I’ve done in a long time,” you chuckled, twirling your marshmallow in the fire to get good coverage.
“That’s what I’m here for,” Katie supplied with a grin as you both pulled out your new round of ammo out of the fire and got into position for the height test.
“And here I thought it was to make sure my brother didn’t sound like an idiot in front of all his adoring fans,” you supplied, your evil plan setting itself into place.
“There isn’t anything that I do that improves the sound of your brothers voice,” Katie supplied with a soft smile as she arched her stick back.
“Tell me that when you get him screaming your name in bed,” you spit out really quickly.
“What?” Katie squeaked in surprise, swinging her head around to stare at you open mouthed. Which consequently made her prematurely let go of her marshmallow, sending it more straightforward then up in the air. It was all you needed as a distraction, you grinned stupidly as you let your marshmallow go. You only half watched it arch perfectly high in to the air, clearing well above the top of the tree near you. The other half of your attention was focused on Katie and the color of scarlet she was turning next to you, height challenge and flaming marshmallows temporarily forgotten.
“I think I won that round,” you supplied normally, laying on the nonchalance as heavy as you could. It took everything your tipsy self had not to break into a giant grin. With that statement Katie seemed to snap out of her state of shock.
“Oh you little cheater McK-Cheater pants!” Katie bashed at you, smacking you with her s’more stick.
“I call for a new distance match. Not height, since you seem to have height down. I call for a rematch of long distance so I can whoop your ass and put you back in your place for that there little trick you pulled!” Katie demanded, sounding very official as you watched her try and control her facial features. Seems like you weren’t the only one trying to hold back a grin or two.
“You’re on Misses ‘you’re nose is pretty’. Bring it!” you teased as you stuck your new marshmallow on your well charred stick.
“Whatever you say Captain Roadie Killer,” Katie teased back just as easily.
“Touché!” you answered with a laugh, watching for the right amount of flame on the end of your stick.
“Ready?” Katie asked as she pulled her stick out.
“Just about,” you replied as you turned your stick once more in the flames, your tongue stuck out between your teeth as you concentrated through the booze to get the perfect amount of flame.
“Alright, let’s do this thing,” you cheered as you brought yours out of the fire and got it into position, trying to figure out the best angle for the longest and greatest distance.
“On the count of three again. One. Two. THREE!” Katie shouted, the two of you letting your flaming marshmallows go at the same time on the count of three.
It was either because of all the booze the two of you had consumed at this point, or it was the spirit of competition making you guys work harder. Whatever it was both of your marshmallows went really far. Really, really far actually. It suffices to say they might of went too far.
“What the fuck?!” you heard someone shout angrily.
“Oops?” you offered carelessly as you looked over at Katie beside you. She had on a shocked look.
“Oh no, what did we do?” Katie asked, broken laughter making her question less serious and more like she didn’t care.
“I think we just set my brother and Syn’s shirts on fire. The ones that were out drying on those folding chairs next to the bus, you passed them on the way over,” you laughed, trying your best not to fall off the picnic table.
“Oh shit. Dear me,” Katie laughed, a snort making its way out at the end of her statement.
“Wanna play a new game I just created?“ you asked, wiggling your eyebrows mischievously.
“What game would this be my dear?“ Katie asked, a similar mischievous look on her face.
“Why the hit the stupid gorilla brained rock stars with flaming marshmallows game my dearest Katie. I hear it’s all the rage,” you answered evilly as you loaded a new marshmallow onto your stick and set it into the fire.
“Ooo I think I’m intrigued. Let’s play a round or two shall we?” Katie asked with a laugh as she stuck her own into the fire.
“Or seven. At least seven,” you added as you spun your flaming ammo around in the fire more.
“Oh yes, at least,” Katie added.
Out of all the fanfics this is the one I've read through 3 times through all 108 chapters. This is one of the best Zacky fics I've read and I still hope it'll be continued one day ; v; a very good read for any Zacky fan.
5/3/18