Rhonda & Curly Present: An Evening of Anonymous Adventure

Author's Note:

Okay! So this is my first complete venture into fanfic writing, ever. Just as a general note, I'm not much of a writer; this was just for fun, and I'm only posting it because maybe someone else might like reading it as much as I liked writing it. :) It was loosely inspired by Eyes Wide Shut (the movie is referenced in the story) because I thought the idea of people in disguise was pretty cool. So, here it is, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these delightful characters, all of them were created by the awesome Craig Bartlett and are owned by Nickelodeon. Making no money off this; it's for entertainment only.

Chapter One: The Invitation

Miss Rhonda Wellington Lloyd

Mister Thaddeus Gammelthorpe
Cordially invite you to the first-annual Anonymous Ball
taking place Saturday September 8th.

This enchanting evening takes place in the Ballroom of the Lloyd Manor.

Attire will be provided.

Festivities begin at promptly 10pm
Please arrive no later than 9:30pm for mandatory pre-evening preparations.

Guest rooms provided on a first-come first-serve basis for those who wish to stay overnight.

Please R.S.V.P. A.S.A.P.

Miss Lloyd and Mister Gammelthorpe look forward to your presence at this legendary event.

Arnold put down the fancy wedding-like invitation on his desk.

"Crazy shit, huh?" Gerald asked with a grin. "Rumor is they're gonna make it an annual thing if it's big," he said laying on Arnold's bed, tossing a basketball in the air and catching it repeatedly.

"I don't know... Sounds weird. I mean, this is Curly we're talking about here," Arnold said from his desk, studying the invitation.

"And it's Rhonda, who always throws good parties. And it's her first college party, so you know it's gonna be good."

"So you going then?" he asked, looking at Gerald.

"Hell yeah! Me and Phoebs already RSVP'd."

"Oh... I don't know Gerald. I don't think this is what I need right now, you know?" Arnold said sadly.

Gerald caught his basketball and sat up.

"Man this isn't about Lila, is it? You've got to let go of this torch you've been carrying for so long!"

"I don't get it, I thought things were going great," Arnold said with a confused expression.

"I don't know man, I thought you were boring as hell when you were with her," Gerald shrugged. He caught Arnold's offended glare. "Heh heh... no offense."

Arnold sighed.

"Arnold, think about it... Word on the grape vine is that this is kind of like... a swinger's shindig," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"A what?" Arnold choked.

"Well, not like an Eyes Wide Shut kinda thing where people are randomly having sex everywhere, but it's anonymous-you can't tell who anyone is. So if anything does happen..." he said, his voice beginning to trail off, "it's totally guilt-free and never spoken of again! No. Strings. Attached."

Arnold looked a bit uncomfortable with this... but couldn't help feeling a bit curious.

"And Phoebe's okay with this?" Arnold asked curiously.

"We've got it figured out," Gerald answered, walking toward the couch, "We have a code word to find each other just in case the disguises are way too good to figure out who's who."

"And that is...?"

"Fidelio," Gerald answered confidently.

Arnold rolled his eyes.

"I thought you said this wasn't like that movie," he said flatly.

"Well," Gerald began, scratching his head, "It's kinda where we got the idea from."

Arnold turned back to the invitation with a pen in hand. He looked at the "yes" and "no" options, deciding which one he should circle.

"So... you in man?" Gerald asked, nudging his arm.

Arnold thought about it.

Maybe this was the sort of thing he needed to get his mind off of the break-up with Lila...

Arnold circled yes.