Author's Note: Hullo, this is Bryn here, and I am borrowing this account in order to publish up the beginning of a story that I have begun, and wish to continue. As a fair warning, once the account that I created specifically for this story has reached 2 days of age, I will be using it to write this story, and the one on this account will be deleted. Please do not contact Melinda's email in regards to this writing, if you want to contact me, email me at thesecretappleishere which is a gmail.. but it won't let me write that. I will continue this story if.. #1 If you are intrigued by the beginnings of this or not and... #2 If someone would be willing edit my writing, let me bounce ideas off of them, and shiz like that... they need to be literate! So, yeah, that's about it I guess! Hope you enjoy it, and please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or any of its characters
Neon lights flooded his eyes as Dr. Drakken waited at his bar stool for a drink. Hours earlier he and his sidekick were standing at the podium, receiving honors for aiding in the rescue of planet earth from the menace that was alien life forms, but now they were at a club. Drakken had hoped for a quiet, less open celebration of their first true success at anything that had to do with Team Possible, but you never really could have your own way when Shego was involved. Drakken smiled at the thought as he hummed and tapped his foot on his stool to the heart pounding beat of the music. Even though this wasn't his first choice, he couldn't help but be melted by Shego's fiery personality.
La Ruche was the name of the nightclub, and it was a favorite of most people around the Middleton. With a beehive themed interior and a capacity of around 1,200, the owners took pride in blending aesthetics with brightly colored flashing lights, and top-notch acoustics. Around the main clubbing area, a 360-degree honeycombed wall surrounded the guests, acting as a projection screen for visual displays of color and shapes. Along the wall, large honeycomb-shaped "pods" were placed. They were lit up, glowing inverted areas where you could sit with large groups of people in a cozy area adorned currently with green light and brightly matching couches. The nightclub doubled as a restaurant, but that was located in a whole other area, and neither Drakken or Shego had ever been.
Leaning back, Drakken was tapped on the shoulder by the bartender behind him, who the proceeded to hand the "Evil Doctor" his drink. With a sigh, Dr. D took a big swig from his shot glass, and then firmly placed it back onto the table before wiping his upper lip. His eyes danced back and forth as he watched the floor in front of him. The stage lights were creating a whole rainbow of chromaticism across the surfaces in the club, yet the only color that Drew Lipsky was seeing… was green. Her skin, fair and soft for he had feel it brush up against him only a little bit earlier that day. Her eyes, so bice in shade that he could see no deviation from their true hue. Her dress, pleasantly falling gracefully over her natural curvature. All green, all beautiful.
He felt the purple flush creep up along his neck, and to his cheeks, grateful for the fact that the room was mostly dark. The artificial luminosity also helped to cloak the embarrassed shade of his face. Nervously he tapped his fingers on the edge of the bar counter, his cheery humming had ceased. The blush thoroughly increased as his female sidekick turned to him for the third time that night. She gave Drakken a mischievously evil grin, and waved him over to come dance with her. He declined, and quickly received a "Puppy Dog Pout". Though his insides churned with the expressions she was choosing, his plants were already enough to set Shego off on her taunting for the next month. Now he didn't need his dancing to aid any in that regard.