Disclaimer: The Incredibles do not belong to me. Brad Bird and Pixar claim that. Wendy however is a different story.

Oppsie, Baby.

Chapter 1: What could happen?

"Come on Vi," a voice wheedled

"No Wendy. Just…no, okay?"

Wendy pouted, flipping a blonde curl out of her eyes, "But it's the end of the semester. And we still haven't managed to properly celebrate your birthday yet. It'll be fun I promise."

But Violet wasn't giving in, "And remind me how getting completely wasted is fun?"

Wendy rolled her eyes in response, letting her tiny form flop down onto Violet's bed, "Because there is no way in heck that you can call yourself a bona fide college girl without going to at least one party. And what's the harm to getting a tiny bit drunk ever now and again?"

Now it was Violet's turn to roll her eyes, "This coming from the girl that woke up in bed with three, count 'em, three guys."

Wendy smirked, "Well I can't say I didn't have fun."

"Ew! Wendy!" Violet shrieked, throwing her a look of disgust, "That was too much information and you know it."

Small shoulders clad in the pale blue straps of a tight top shrugged, "Well at least I was living Vi. You can't keep yourself locked up all the time, studying your time away. Honestly girl sometimes you have no sense of adventure!"

If only she knew, Violet thought to herself, no sense of adventure, humph. All the shit I've gone through over the years kinda destroyed that sense.

"Pretty please Vi?" Wendy tried again, "Pretty please with a cherry on top? Just one night, just one party. Pwease."

Violet rubbed the bridge of her nose, her dark hair falling forward. "If I say yes, will you leave me alone?"

Instantly Wendy was up. The short blonde bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, her hands clapping together, as her blue eyes twinkled in merriment. "Oh yes Vi. Just one night and then I'll leave you alone. I promise."

Violet sighed, closing her purple eyes momentarily. She was going to regret this… "Fine I'll go."

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of a very loud and piercing squeal coupled with the tight hug she suddenly found herself in. The raven haired woman couldn't help but giggle slightly as her friend began to bounce around the room, her voice a non-stop babble.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you Vi! You won't regret this, no sirey. I'll make sure this is the bestest of nights ever." And on she went as she bounded from Violet's room, into the busy dorm hallway.

Grinning in a sort of bemused, what-have-I-gotten-myself-into way, Violet quietly shut the door, before leaning against it. Slowly but surely she could feel the beginnings of a headache forming.

Biting the edge of her lip, Violet tugged down the short hem of the black dress she wore, wishing she hadn't had listened to Wendy before. The music was a thumping annoyance in her head, irritating the small headache she had. She didn't belong here; a blind person could see that. Her slender fingers gripped the cocktail she had been given, her pale pink lips taking a small sip.

Letting the liquid slip down her throat, she glanced around the room, searching for her blonde friend. Of course as soon as they had entered the club, Wendy had run off, into the great throng of people on the dance floor. Well maybe not straight away. That was being a bit harsh. They had stuck together long enough so that Violet had managed to get a few drinks into her.

And then Wendy was off, twirled away from handsome guy, and Wendy's current "hunk of the moment". Though, Violet thought to herself as she spotted her friend, he may have some competition. Wendy bopped away to the music; surround by a few guys, completely carefree, a complete opposite to Violet.

Violet let the last few drops of alcohol slide down her throat, glancing at the empty glass with contemplation. Well what really was the worst thing that could happen? Unaware to the eyes that stared hungrily at her the twenty-one-year-old sashayed towards the bar. Placing her cocktail glass on the bar top, she ordered a shot of whisky, downing it as soon as she received it, wincing at the unfamiliar burn. What's the worst that could happen after all? She was a super in the end. And a pretty good one at that. Nothing would go wrong.

At least that's what she thought, until she woke up to find one pair of very blue eyes staring at her, eyes that she had only glimpsed behind a black mask before.

AN: So how was it?