Fervency

CHAPTER: T W E N T Y-ONE

"Hey you!" Newt's voice shouted across the crowd. All heads turned his way as he drunkenly walked to the group.

"You think yer slick, eh?" He poked Minho in the chest rather hard.

"'n what if I do?" Minho slurred back to him.

"And I thought I was drunk" Thomas turned to Elodie. She snickered at his comment and then watched as the two of them said things to spite each other.

"Am I the only one who can't understand them?" Chuck wondered.

"No, It sounds like thought up their own language," Elodie commented. The three of them burst into laughter. They watched closely as Minho and Newt made an attempt to fight each other, but they ended up punching the air because their reflexes were too slow.

"I can't breathe!" Thomas choked.

"Swing first!"

"No...you!" Newt retorted, "ya... ya-"

"Ya what?"

"Ya bloody shank!" He then lunged at Minho, taking him to the ground. They wrestled for a moment until Minho went lifeless.

"Did he pass out?"

"Minho, Minho!" Newt shook him, "Wake up! I ain't bloody done.. with...you" Newt followed suit, quickly losing consciousness on the runner's chest.

"I can't believe that just happened!" Frypan shouted from afar, clapping his hands in a fit of laughter.

"Frypan, over here!" Thomas called. He met eyes with Elodie and grinned, "I have an idea..."

"What?" A devious glint appeared in her eyes as Frypan joined their side.

"Does anyone have a pen?" Thomas shouted. Most Gladers shook their head no, until Jeff took one from his front pocket and tossed him one.

"Thanks"

"No problem."

"Now... let's take them to the homestead" Thomas rubbed his palms together. 

It took several minutes of grunting and tugging to get the boys to the hut, until others caught on that a prank was happening and decided to join in.

"Now" Thomas announced to the group, "the real magic happens." They placed the two of them on a bed together. They laid Minho flat and nestled Newt against him in a cuddling position. The group of Gladers tried desperately not to laugh but it was far too hard not to.

"I don't think they're waking up anytime soon" Chuck cackled with the rest of them.

"How sweet" Elodie nudged Thomas.

"And the finishing touch!" he declared, retrieving the pen from his pocket and thrusting it into the air. Through many attempts, he was able to write "Shuck Face" on Minho's forehead. Next he offered the pen to Elodie who decided to write "Shank" on Newt's forehead.

Once they were finished, they each studied the two.

"It's still missing something..." Thomas pondered for a moment more. That was until Elodie came up with the idea of drawing something more on Minho's forehead. The Gladers watched in silence, intrigued at what she had in store for their victims. Until finally, she pulled away, revealing a penis by Minho's mouth.

Laughter boomed from all directions of the room, causing Minho to wake up for a split second, just to tell them to shut up. He quickly fell back asleep and Thomas turned to Elodie.

 "What a night"

***

In the morning, Elodie woke more refreshed than she had ever been. She was confused because she drank heavily. But she wasn't surprised either, because at least she didn't consume nearly as much Alcohol as Newt and Minho.

Suddenly, the hatch flew open. Stumbling inside came Thomas. Immediately he slammed it close and sat on it. Elodie sat up and sent the runner a confused expression.

"What are you doing?" She asked. Thomas's eyes flashed over to her. He released a chuckle and pointed at her, "Nice hair". Elodie scrambled to smooth it down and then narrowed her eyes at him.

"Sorry, was I supposed to be dressed for occasion right now?" she countered, pointing to the clock that read "7:01 AM".

"Duh" Thomas replied with a crocked smile.

"THOMAAAS!!!" a voice echoed from afar.

"What is going on?" Elodie laughed, "Is that Minho?"

"He wants revenge." Thomas confirmed.