deathpixie | Mprov fic number 5

And another one. This one's for [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] the Indecisive, who asked for lots. This'll be a work in progress post.

Fandom: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Prompts: love, animate, mad dog.
Rating: G.

Note: Inspired by my friend [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] who is indeed a mad Englishman.

There's a song by Noel Coward: "Mad dogs and Englishmen Go Out In The Midday Sun." While it might be that Angelo Espinosa had never met a mad dog, he had met an Englishmen. Several, in fact. Even a couple of English women. And yes, they were all insane when it came to summer and lying in the sun.

Take Exhibit A, for instance.

Amanda Sefton lay on her front by the pool, soaking up the searing heat of mid July. Admittedly her bathing suit covered far more skin than say, Jubilee's infamous bikini, but it was still beyond 100 degrees and climbing and most sensible people were inside taking advantage of the air conditioning like the aforementioned sensible people. Angelo wiped the sweat beading on his brow as he approached her, worried that she had fallen asleep and was going to broil herself.

"Hey, little sis," he said, flopping down on the poolside beside her. "Might be an idea to get some shade. It's pretty hot out here."

"'S sort of the point," came the response, muffled by the fact she had her face resting on her forearms and was speaking to the towel beneath her. "Nice and hot. Good suntannin' weather."

"Do you even tan, though?" Angelo pointed out, quite reasonably, he thought. "I remember you sayin' you go red and peel and then go back to white."

"Maybe I haven't tried hard enough," Amanda replied stubbornly. "'M comfy here. Don't make me ask Frenchie t' animate one of Shiro's weird cartoon posters to chase you around the mansion for botherin' me."

"Like she would," Angelo replied confidently, contemplating the inviting waters of the pool.

"She loves me. Of course she would. Roomie code an' all that."

"Uh-huh." Angelo looked at the pool, and then the steadily-frying Amanda. "Sure she wouldn't take my side?"

"Not if she wants her coffee in the mornin'. I've got her well trained."

"Sure you do." Angelo took another look at the pool and made his decision. Amanda was only a little thing, lifting her took not much more than a good heave. Ignoring her shrieks and threats to turn him into something unnatural, Angelo got a good grip on her waist and heaved her bodily into the pool. However, he hadn't counted on the sneakiness of witches, particularly ones that have grown up on the streets of London and Brighton - even as she was going under Amanda reached out with her telekinetic spell and dragged Angelo in after her.

All was fair in love and war, after all.