Doggie Style
"So, tell me, isn't it the best thing ever?" Bridge enthused as he bounced across the lounge to get himself some toast. His spiky red hair was sticking straight up and his green t-shirt was sweaty and clung to his torso.
"It is, my man, it is!" Jack responded with a wide grin. "I absolutely had the best time ever doing it!" He too was disheveled and sweaty, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Oh yeah, there really is no comparison!" Bridge agreed, plate in hand.
"What are you two talking about?" Z asked, looking up from her book with interest. In contrast, she was dressed in a clean yellow and black jumpsuit and her brown hair was neatly tied back in a ponytail
"Doggy style!" Bridge nearly shouted, in an ecstasy of fervor, nearly upsetting his plate of toast as he gestured.
"Oh! You are totally right! There isn't anything better! It's totally changed my life!" Z nodded her complete agreement. Beside her, Syd, her blonde hair dancing with her energetic head bobbing, added her own sounds of approbation and a big thumbs up.
Sky wandered in just then, blue eyes serious and face set into a frown.
"It's just so natural; I want to do it all the time!" Bridge added as he picked up a piece of toast and waved it enticingly under Z's nose. She waved it away and they all looked at Sky as he sank onto the coach looking despondent. "It makes me feel so great!"
"You're talking about Doggy style again, aren't you," Sky muttered with an even deeper frown.
"What's wrong?" Jack asked, his dreads hanging in his face as he leaned forward in concern, focused on his friend's downcast demeanor.
"You're going to think this is silly, but I just can't do it!" Sky ground out.
"I can help you practice," Sydney volunteered with a smirk. "Since you are having such trouble with it."
"Ha, ha," Sky growled back, blue eyes snapping in irritation.
"You just need to relax, Sky, go with it, find the rhythm and then just do it," Jack said encouragingly.
"Any of us, would be happy to do it with you, Sky," Z informed him and then patted him on the arm.
"Do what with him?" Kat Manx asked as she came into the lounge, clipboard in hand. Her feline ears had perked forwards in interest.
"Doggy style!" Bridge called out and the others all nodded in agreement.
"I beg your pardon?" Kat choked out, standing rigidly still in her white lab coat.
"Oh, it's the best!" Jack told her with feeling.
"I hardly think this is an appropriate conversation!" Kat, radiating offense, stomped her foot in anger. The Rangers all looked at each other in confusion.
"What do you have against it?" Z asked, incredulously.
"Maybe because the Commander hasn't taught it to her?" Bridge asked with a tentative note.
"The Commander?" Kat flushed bright red. "What does he have to do with this?"
"Well, he's the one that taught us!" Syd informed her with a pout. "Why are you so upset? We all love it," she added, looking rather put out.
Kat spent about a minute sputtering and furious and then took a deep breath.
"What exactly are you referring to?" she asked finally, when she had seemingly gotten herself under control.
"The new fighting style that Commander Kruger has been teaching us, of course," Jack replied with a look of mystification.
"Yeah, the Commander told us the name of it, but its really hard to pronounce, so we just call it Doggie Style," Bridge enlightened her with his bright smile back in place.
"What did you think we were talking about?" Z asked, looking bewildered.
"I…well…I nothing!" Kat turned on her heel and left the lounge in a hurry. The Rangers exchanged shrugs and went back to their conversation.
"I know, let's all do it together! That way we can all get in more practice!" Bridge's suggestion was met with enthusiasm and the Rangers ran off to practice.
