Illyana hoisted the heavy Labrador onto the medical table. He was clean, and smelled faintly of baby shampoo. He was shivering with fear, his tail tucked between his legs, letting out small breathy whimpers, his muscles stiff with tension. She sighed. So, this animal had indeed been traumatized at a clinic. He looked at her with big, glassy brown eyes. Her heart clenched. She stroked the dogs head, running a soft over his silky fur to soothe him. "It's ok" She crooned "No needles today, just a check up." She worked swiftly. Checking his underbelly for abnormal lumps, his teeth for decay, and his legs for any growth issues, she stuck to the normal check-up procedure. The poor thing looked like he was about to piss on himself any minute now. She promptly set him down onto the floor, hooked his leash to his collar, and took him back to the waiting room. He rushed ahead, pulling at the leash, his tail suddenly wagging. She laughed. "Yeah, yeah, i bet you're happy now. You're not out of the woods yet. You still have to get your shots Charlie." Charlie was oblivous to this as they walked into the waiting room, and pounced upon the legs of his owner, Chelsea, a long time client of Illiyana's. The redheaded woman smiled at the small vet. "Thank you Dr. Jasi. I appreciate your services." Illiyana smiled back cordiality. "It was a pleasure Ms. Johnson. Charlie is quite gentle." She bit back the urge to question the woman about the dogs history. Some clients found it to be a bit too personal, and this woman had made it clear the she was one of them. She simply said her good-bye's. "Have a nice day." She said. Inside, she jumped in jubilation. It was a late shift, and the last one. After this she had three days off to relax, regroup, relish her self time. Unfortunately, her friends had other plans. She is in the locker rooms, when her cell phone goes of, the ring tone cutting through the air, and irritating her. Even that small thing was enough to put her in a foul mood. She answers the call. "What." "JUNIPERZ!" "Ow. What." She holds the phone away from her ear for a moment, now further irritated. Then again, what didn't aggravate her after her shifts? Aside from her soft spot for animals, and intolerance for neglecting some one in need, just about anything could make her want to bite when she was tired. Especially Rebecca. High on energy, loud, never stopping, no one would ever guess that they'd been friends for six years. "Yes." " I Have to talk to you!" "You're doing that right now Becca." "No! Come outside. I have a surprise!" Illiyana cringed with trepidation. Surprises from Rebecca could range from an invitation to an orgy party, to a greeting containing a bone crushing hug from her while she's dressed in a cosplay costume which consists of nothing but straps of leather. "Rebecca...what kind of surprise?" "I've got all entrances to the clinic Under watch. You can't run. Come. Out. Side." So. She wasn't alone in the scheme. Illiyana spoke through gritted teeth. "I swear to Allah, If I am trampled, bitten, humped, or drooled on, all of which your surprises have included, i will shove a stick so far up your anus that you'll never be able to fornicate in the proper fashion for a month." For a while there was silence on the other side of the phone. Then, "...Not this time. You are spared. Mwa-haha." She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. At least the Rebecca made life interesting. But in all honesty she'd need rest before she was able to be around the abominable Asian american woman. She put her elbows on her knees, and let her head hang. Her voice was flat when she spoke. "I don't trust you. Tell me now." "Nope nope." "....Becca." "...." "Becca." "...." Illyanah's brow twitched. So. She was playing that game. This meant that the surprise probably entailed some of what, or probably all that she was trying to avoid. The next words she spoke came out through gritted teeth. "Becca. I am going to come out. If i see any one, or a number of persons bunny suits sprinting at me for hugs like last week, i will not hesitate to leap into my volts wagon and run them down. I am tired of your rediculous, confusing, and some what frightening attempts to 'pep up my day'. You have been warned, child." She hung up the phone, but her anger fled her in a almost immediately, and she smiled. Rebecca was well meaning, and she couldn't deny that the eccentric Media designer was one of they few people who could make her laugh. Rebecca had a strange talent for getting people to participate in her outlandish schemes. She had been the victim of many. Last week she had been subject to one of the stranger ones. It'd started much the same as what had just transpired. Hanging up the phone, she'd simply headed out front, to greet the asian woman, curious about the 'surprise.' She walked out the door and got the shock of her life. She'd screamed bloody murder when four people, each one towering over her by at least a foot and wearing fluffy pink, had come running at her full speed and swept her up in a sneeze inducing group hug that knocked the breath for her lungs. Having a slight phobia of clowns, the event had just short of traumatized her. Remembering this, Illiyanah vetured out the clinic entrance with gaurded caution with her car keys in hand. She hadn't been bluffing.