Unbeknownst to his nearest and dearest, namely the rather tall, lithe, luscious figure currently singing "It's Raining Men" in the shower, Angel had one huge failing when it came to being the ultimate champion brooder of all time.

He liked pranks.

Practical jokes. With buzzers, and things that made obscene noises. To be perfectly honest, silly string was a big favorite of his.

But for this joke, Angel had bigger and better things in mind.

Two weeks ago, his lover had demonstrated just how big a 'pair' he had grown when had dared to play a fairly innocent trick on Angel. Apparently, finding out that the love he had for the vampire was returned had given Wesley a bit too much fattening up in the ego department. He needed it, so Angel was willing to let a lot go. But whipped cream in his hair was just too much to let slide. His hair!

So, Angel had concocted a perfect revenge with the help of some blueberry colored dye, a showerhead, and an oh-so-eager-to-help secretary.

Whistling along with his out-of-tune lover, Angel wandered into the kitchen and extracted a carton of blood from the fridge, popping it into the microwave before gulping it down. His nose wrinkled at the slightly off smell. Pig's blood would never compare to human blood. Thankfully, Wesley let him get a few nips in, and the still priggish Englishman had the sweetest, most honey-like blood. Not that Angel was likely to get any more any time soon…but his revenge would be well worth the sacrifice.

"It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! It's Raining…bloody fucking….I'm purple! Good lord, who would…" The sound of the bathroom door slamming open was a sweet music in Angel's ears. He turned from the microwave to watch a very wet, very angry, quite steamy, and entirely too purple for words Wesley stalk his way across to the vampire.

"You..you…devious fiend!" A shaky finger shuddered in the general vicinity of Angel's face.

Smirking, Angel sucked the finger into his mouth, rolling the salty, sweet, and nicely blueberryesque tastes around on his tongue. Good thing Cordelia had managed to find edible, semi-permanent dye.

"Wes, my boy, don't prank a prankster."