Who: John (narrative) When: Sunday afternoon Where: Remy's and Jono's room What: That comeuppance Remy was due for? Yeah, about that...
John stood back, surveying his work, and smiled. It was tough, trying to cram everything into a small timeframe, but he had to admit. This looked pretty damn awesome. There was a very clear (if invisible) line down the center of the room, cleanly distinguishing between Jono's side, which had remained untouched, and Remy's, which was. . .very shiny. Several rolls of tinfoil and duct tape later, he and Bobby had set a wicked trap for Remy that was probably going to take him days to sort out completely. Everything in sight had been wrapped in sheets of aluminum -- everything, down to individual pens and pencils. John had pocketed a half-empty pack of cigarettes to make up for his own that Remy had taken earlier, but when he found another pack he couldn't resist, even going so far as to individually wrap every cigarette in foil, stuffing them back into the pack, and then wrapping that up as well.
But he wasn't content to stop there. Oh no, because when John did something, he did it well.
The lighter objects, already wrapped in foil, were then duct taped to whatever surface was available. The ceiling and walls looked as though someone had just plastered them with wads of silver tape, but behind each of those wads was some object or other that, hopefully, Remy was in dire need of and had to fight to get free.
Once he and his partner in crime Bobby got a rhythm going, they kind of found it hard to quit foiling and taping, well, everything in sight. Remy's clothes were all taped to the ceiling, which had taken far less duct tape than what John had anticipated; that was some amazingly strong stuff, honestly. Even the bed and dresser weren't spared just because of their size; they had been coated in foil as well, which was taped in place just to ensure they were as frustrating to unwrap as everything else.
Bobby had already left to go help hide the evidence (John planned on hauling the empty foil boxes and duct tape rolls outside and burning them), but as John had turned to follow him he realized there was something missing. Something just not right. After a quick trip downstairs to gather every plastic and styrofoam cup he could find, he came back and snickered the entire time as he set them out to coat the entire floor on Remy's side of the room, filling them to the brim with water.
Finally, finally done, John gave a nod of approval at his and Bobby's handiwork and closed the door behind him, a little spring in his step as he walked nonchalantly back to his room.