Devious Plan Making Under The Sun (Anyone)

Rachel Orton sat on a boulder then pulled her notebook and a pencil from her bag. She loved when she could think of new ways to torture other people...especially her dad Randy. Rachel was about to write out her new plan when someone came up to her.

"You're Orton's daughter right? This might sound stupid, but I'm a fan of your...'work'."
Travis said, extending his hand out.

Rachel looked over at Travis then shook his hand and chuckled.

"You're a fan of my devious plans?" Rachel asked.

"I'm pretty big on pranks, but I choose not to do any now. Those guys would tear me to shreds, but you're lucky, they don't do anything to you."
Travis said, smiling.

Rachel chuckled.

"You could pull pranks with me if you want, I wouldn't let them touch you." Rachel said.

"I'd be behind the scenes, I even want them knowing. Unless you dad's about to murder you or something, then I guess I could throw a rock or something. Anyway, I'd love to be of service to you."
He said, smiling.

"Great and don't worry about my dad I'm always able to trick him." Rachel said.

"Who's our first victim then?"
Travis asked.

Rachel thought for a minute.

"Ted DiBiase." Rachel said with a smirk.

"Good haven't met him yet. you have something in mind for him?"
Travis asked.

"A whole bunch of disgusting junk mixed into a paint bucket. It's kind of my favorite thing to torture people with." Rachel said.

"Junk....sounds good to me. Of course there's the possibility of the plan working on someone else, say Katie. Sure we want to risk it?"
Travis asked.

Rachel shook her head.

"No I did it on accident, the bucket was meant to fall on my dad but it fell on her and I got in so much trouble." Rachel said.

"I can't see Katie being mad, she's so nice. And Randy is, well Randy so I can imagine you were in plenty of trouble."
Travis said.

"Katie got angry but she calmed down after a couple minutes, my dad grounded me for a month." Rachel said.

"Its was just paint, it should have came out after a good shower. Poor you."
Travis said, laughing.

"Yeah but my dad is the biggest jerk ever." Rachel said.

"Is not, he's just...not the nicest person at times. I had it two times a s worse as you, mine were strict on everything I did. It was like the army at times."
Travis said.

"I'd rather be in the army then be with my dad." Rachel said.

"Well, pink hair probably wouldn't be tolerated."
Travis said, laughing a little

"Well then they would have to deal with it because I will not dye my hair." Rachel said.

"Or they'd just cut if off, and that wouldn't be good. Then your dad would have more hair than you."
Travis said.

Rachel looked at Travis.

"Okay I wouldn't rather be in the army." Rachel said.

"You should up your dad, see how long he'd last."
Travis said, laughing at her last statement.

Rachel laughed.

"That would be funny." Rachel said.