Title: Red Celebration
Type: Oneshot.
Sumary: Casey has a werid dream one night, and discovers that the red rangers will use anything as an excuse to party.
A/N: Sorry if I get the characters a little off-I've only watched NS-JF about 4 million times, not 5 million times. Also, I know this kind of thing has been done a million times, but this is my take on it.
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Red Celebration
The hallway was dark, but he could hear music-happy, upbeat music. Casey stopped, unsure; since when did Dai Shi put victory, happy-go-lucky, we-just-saved-the-world tunes into his stereo? Normally he blasted music like the Jaws theme.
He slowly advanced towards the throne room, his hands near his pocket where he could grab his morpher. He ran up to the doorway, kicked it open, and-
-came face-to-face with a party in full swing.
He blinked. Since when did Dai Shi throw parties? He was pretty sure that throwing parties wasn't in the evil handbook.
"Hey, everybody, the man of the hour's here!" A brown-haired male in jeans and a red soccer jersery shouted over the hubbub.
"EEEEEEEEY!" Six male voices yelled, surronding him and clapping him on the back.
"Dude!" A dark-skinned male-who, for some reason, had knee pads on-grabbed his hand. "Nice, dude, niiice! You make a great red ranger!"
"Made, Shane, made," said another male in dark crimson and with blond hair. "He defeated Dai Shi yesterday, remember?"
Another dark-skinned male with braids in his hair nodded. "Nice animal-spirit-thingy-mic-bobbit. Couldn't have done it better myself."
"The defeat of mesogog," said the guy in the soccer jersery. "We totally went out with a bang."
Another male with brown hair mused on this for a second, then nodded. "Yeah, gotta give you props on that one, but us defeating Molter and-"
The males around him burst into argument at once. Casey, in confusion, raised his voice.
"Guys? GUYS? GUYS!"
The all stopped arguing, staring at him. "Yeah, dude?" said another lightly-dark male with a slightly pointy face.
"You all know I haven't beaten Dai Shi, right?" Casey said hesitantly.
Silence. Then, as one, five of them turned to the male with braids. "JACK! What the hell? You told us he had defeated Dai Shi!"
Jack raised his hands. "Whoa, bros. It's not my fault I got the dates wrong. There is the whole 'from-the-future' thing."
Casey blinked. "What?"
Seven pairs of eyes blinked at him. Shane spoke up first.
"…Who forgot to tell him Jack was from the futu-Conner! That was totally your job, bro!"
"He just got here," Conner protested. "I didn't have enough time."
The guy with the pointy face scoffed. Conner glared at him. "Shut it, Nick."
There was silence again. Then a guy with curly brown hair spoke up. "Alright, so we're all here, and…Casey didn't defeat Dai Shi. So, what now?"
There was silence. "Well, Mack, I'm thinking…Party?" said the crimson blond male.
"…Makes sense to me, dude," Shane said.
"Best idea you've had, ever, Hunter," Jack muttered.
Hunter growled at Jack, his eyes starting to glow.
Conner stepped in between the two of them. "Hey, you two-this is a party. Cool it."
The pointy-faced guy handed a glass with punch in it to Casey. "Early congrats on defeating Dai Shi, Casey. I'm Nick. Welcome to the Red Party Rangers. If there's a reason, we've got a celebration. Now…hand me that soda? I'm parched."
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A/N: Review, please, if you want. No flames.
Ta ta,
ImmersedInIrregularities
