Author's Note: Well, here it is, the first of many. I hope I didn't put anyone out of character, but keep in mind, this is a comedy one-shot! No killing me. ^_^
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"Christ…mas…party…" Volt said slowly, dead panned. Foxi nodded. "Yup."
"You're kidding right? We're superheroes. We don't have Chris-"
"And why not?" she demanded, hands on her hips. Red energy pooled around them as she dared Volt to challenge her idea.
He stood back, hands up. "No, no, you're right! We heroes don't get out enough…" She smiled brightly, turning to Dark, who had materialized beside her. "See! I told you he'd say yes."
Volt sprang back, his lightning swarming around him in the snowy streets of New York. "Dark!" he yelled, getting all dramatic again. If Dark so much as showed up he always had to strike a serious pose.
"You're not getting away this time! I'll defeat you, so that the world can remain in-" He stopped, puzzled. For some reason, he'd just lost the will to fight. Probably because it wouldn't work that well in a comedy piece of writing.
"Eh, alright…" he muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Foxi smiled brightly. Again.
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The Day of the Christmas Party…er, Holiday Celebration, for the non-Christians out there…
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It was held in none other than the warehouse. Normally a large room, it was the pinnacle of technological advances, bought and engineered from the most brilliant minds in the industry. High tech computers, large LCD screens than slid out of the walls, gaming systems, bean bags…well, they were teenagers. It couldn't be expected for all of it to be business, after all, and the Christmas Party was a perfect example. For some odd reason, everyone invited had shown up.
Taral stood near the Kareoke machine, eyebrow twitching as he watched Kieran sing his heart out. Apparently the youth wanted a certain girl to hear his golden pipes, but she was nowhere to be seen. Not that he'd be getting off till he saw her, of course. He sang on, ignoring the growing line of prospective singers.
Dark was currently off with Foxi, talking with a few other villains from days past. "…and that's when I burnt the city block!" he finished with a laugh. The villains, who shall not be named due to copyright issues, all laughed along with him. "Man, that's great…the grim reaper owned. Reaping his owes! It's like he's reaping the grimness of…of…man, I think I'm drunk…" one responded, slowly falling off of his chair.
The others stared for a moment. "Oh…I didn't know there was beer here…" Foxi realized, much too late…for somewhere off on the other side of the warehouse, a great evil was being committed…
A horrible sight, one that no one should ever have to see…
"58 bottles of beer on the wall, 58 bottles of beeeeer!" Volt crooned, his arm around Paxis. Several other heroes were gathered around, recording on their camera phones. Volt swigged another Margareta at superspeed, then suddenly stopped singing.
"Paxis…man…yeeer great, man…yer the best," he slurred, looking at Paxis seriously. Paxis looked at him, alarmed. "I realllly appreiiiciate whatchoove dun here, Paxis...it's cool..."
"I think you've enough…" Paxis said tentatively, trying to take Volt's next drink away.
"…nnnNNOOOOOO!!!" Volt raged, stealing the drink away and running along the walls at superspeed. Unfortunately, while Volt has extensive super reflexes, they don't really work when he's drunk. So yeah, he ran head on into Darkfire, causing them both to fall to the ground, Volt giggling like an idiot and Darkfire growling something about consuming his soul.
"Volt…" Darkfire said darkly, picking him up by his shirt. Volt hiccupped in his face. Darkfire dropped him disgustedly, shaking his head. What a surprise…I should've known I wouldn't be allowed to hide near the rafters for long.
"Daaaarkfireeeee!" Darkfire turned, blinking in alarm. A veritable flood of people were running towards him, despite the dark armor and generally creepy appearance. Were they…fangirls?
He backed up, very, very disturbed. What girl in their right mind would idolize someone like him? He jumped to take flight, leaving a disappointed Sasuke-type loving crowd behind him. Rediculous...he thought, rolling his eyes. Fangirls were especially rabid when they pitied the emo character in an anime. He didn't act like that, did he? Still, this was a nice position. He had a great view of the party, and as far as he could see, everything was going well.
Who's that? He wondered, swooping down next to a strange figure. The person wore an elegant uniform, and a mirrored helmet on top. What was he doing…playing chess?
"See, this is the Latin Defense, created by Delarosa Hazgardi," he explained, gesturing to the chessboard. A bored group of people sat around him.
"Uh huh…" said Sparkle, blinking slowly. "What does the horse do again?" Savior's eyebrow twitched.
"It…moves in an L formation…" he started, before Stacy piped up, "She didn't really wanna know, you know. She just wants you to stop talking."
Savior paused, sighing. Fine… he muttered inwardly, extending his hands to the chessboard. Suddenly the game shifted into a warzone, complete with flinging spells and incredible detail. The people gaped, watching closely.
"Good!" Savior said brightly, gesturing to the chair in front of him. "Now it's "fun", right!? Someone, go against me!"
And just like that, it wasn't fun anymore. He slumped in his chair as they left, shaking his head. Barbarians...I'm willing to bet Taral doesn't have to deal with stuff like this…
Taral, sadly, did have to deal with stuff like that. Namely, trying to pull Kieran off of the Kareoke stage.
"No! Taral, wait! Just one more song, I know she's coming- Meghan!" Kieran's eyes lit up as the crowd groaned. Meghan froze in place. Crap! He's here!
"Waaaaiit! It's time for a duet!" he yelled, chasing her. "Stay away from me!" she countered, laughing. He dropped the microphone and ran in earnest, ducking beneath beams and dodging between party goers.
"Goddess! Just wait for a second- It's fun, I'm telling you!" he tried, nearing her. Meghan wasn't looking back, however, which hurt...or...wait, she was watching the ground! Why? I don't see anything, he thought as she jumped.
He, unfortunately, didn't, and ended up sprawling across the floor as Muffy yowled in indignation. You bumbling fool of an apprentice! she yelled telepathically, trying to right herself without looking too hampered. She sighed inwardly as she saw him get up, running once more. Teenagers...never any respect... she huffed, licking a paw in annoyance.
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All in all, the party was an…interesting reprieve from normal battle life. Foxi ended up spending the night with Dark, since the warehouse was basically destroyed. Darkfire sought reprieve from his army of fangirls within the alleyways of New York, and Meghan did in fact evade Kieran long enough to catch a cab for her and Stacy. Muffy managed to get her coat clean again.
In fact, the only person left the morning after the party was a single hero…currently suffering from his first hangover.
"WHY DO I HAVE TO CLEAN ALL OF THIS?!?" Volt raged, looking at the tornado of a mess before him.