Got You Good

David grinned devilishly as he placed the pie on the table, the common area for all free food in the bunk house. It was after midnight and the others had long retired to bed. He snickered to himself as he walked away, waiting for the first victim.

Mark and Bryan stumbled out of bed the following morning followed closely by Joe as they groped for the coffee pot that Steve traditionally started in the morning. After the first few sips they were able to pry open their eyes a fraction, blinking at the bright morning light.

"So, breakfast?" Joe asked hopefully.

"I don't even want to think, let alone cook this morning," Bryan grumbled before taking another sip of the strong brew.

"How about pie?" Mark asked, gesturing towards the dessert in the middle of the table.

"Pie works for me," Joe said as he reached for plates and forks. Bryan cut the pie and dished out generous servings for the three of them, pushing the other two plates towards the others.

"Smells like banana pie," Bryan said as they all dug in.

Steve walked in just as the three younger men did a spit-take, gagging as they reached for glasses of water. Steve raised an eyebrow at their expressions, "That's what you get for having pie for breakfast," he said as he passed into the other room. He could still hear them gagging behind him and he cracked a faint grin.

"Where did that come from? It's disgusting!" Bryan asked loudly, still trying to get the taste out of his mouth.

"It tastes like someone mixed up salt with sugar in the recipe," Mark added, spitting again into the sink.

"Good morning everyone," David said as he came into the room, his face passive as he looked at the three youngest members of his team; they all still wore expressions of disgust.

"Do you know where this pie came from Sir?" Joe asked as he scraped the remainder of his pie into the trash.

"I made it. Don't you like it?" David asked innocently.

"Er," Joe hesitated, not wanting to embarrass David.

"Did you read the recipe right?" Mark finally asked after another long pause.

David's eyes sparkled with merriment as he looked at his men. "I just thought we should celebrate," he said, trying to contain his laughter.

"Celebrate what Boss?" Joe asked, clearly confused.

"Happy April Fools Day," David said and burst out laughing at the dumbfounded expressions on his men's faces.