A while ago, someone left a review for one of my "Kaiju Wars" stories about what Miki's dating life may be like considering the fact that her 'big brother' is an overprotective fire-breathing lizard. So I came up with this little humour-based piece. Enjoy!

Godzilla is © Toho

NIGHT OUT

The old bar was dimly lit, more for atmosphere than to cover anything up, with its low ceiling and quiet buzz of conversation among the patrons.

Miki half-swallowed, half-inhaled another mouthful of soda (She wasn't old enough to drink, she didn't overly see the need to do so to have a good time, and Osaki and/or Akane would ground her for a century if she did) as she tried to refrain from laughing out loud.

"He didn't," She stated certainly, "No. No way."

"I'm telling you," Chinatsu insisted, "All over the wall."

Chinatsu had been Miki's best… actually, only… friend since they were children. Since Miki's powers had been discovered by the JSDF, they didn't get to catch up as often as Miki would have liked, especially not now that she was a member of G-Force, and solely responsible for her somewhat anti-social scaly pet. Miki still thought of her as such, mainly as she regarded the rest of G-Force- Osaki, Kazama, Miyuki, Takuya and Akane- as more of a family.

"So what about you?" Chinatsu asked, as she'd been doing all evening, "Yeah, there's what my brother did, but you're the monster hunter!"

"I keep telling you, I'm just a research assistant," Miki lied. It honestly pained her to have to do so, but what other options did she have? Telling her closest friend that she was psychic, and had a giant lizard for a brother/bodyguard wasn't overly easy. "I don't do anything interesting."

"Well you got on the news last week," Chinatsu reminded her, not that she wanted to remember. "Besides…"

Both girls' eyes were drawn upwards as a boy- or rather, young man- slightly older than them, approached the table, his current mental and physical state betrayed by his slight swagger and the partially-spilled glass of beer in one hand.

"Hey ladies," he smirked.

Miki remembered this boy; Akira, that was it. The class pervert, whom Miki had sensed trying to peek down her shirt on more than one occasion- and that was when she was twelve.

That was when he was sober. He was presently off his face.

Joy.

"…You two feel like getting' lucky?" Akira continued.

"We're fine, thanks," Chinatsu replied dryly. Her memories of Akira were no clearly no more pleasant than Miki's.

"How 'bout you, gorgeous?" Akira turned to Miki, eyeing her up and down.

"No, thank you," Miki answered as civilly as possible before returning to her drink.

"You sure? You look like you could use some lovin', babe."

"Thank you," Miki answered, growing more and more annoyed as she sensed the rather perverted thoughts practically pouring from his mind, "But no."

"Last chance, sweet thing…"

"No," Miki hissed, fighting the urge to either sic Godzilla on this drunken idiot, or use her own powers to pop him like a pimple. She didn't get such desires often, but they were very strong at that moment.

"You sure?"

Suddenly, Akira's legs were swept out from under him, causing him to fall flat on his back, spilling his drink all over himself, attracting the attention of the entire room as Chinatsu stared at Miki with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"Clumsy me," Miki smiled sweetly as she tucked her feet back under the chair.

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Miki strolled away from the bar absent-mindedly, meandering along the waterfront. Catching up had been fun, but she was expected back for by eleven, and it looked like she'd probably be late as it was.

And then, she sensed the same frankly disgusting mix of thoughts, and heard the same drunken, slurring voice.

"I know what you're thinkin'," Akira smirked. To a psychic, no five words were more annoying. "You're thinkin' that now your friend's gone home, you got some time to… entertain yourself."

"Charming," Miki answered dryly. "Now go away."

"Hey, c'mon, baby," Akira grinned drunkenly, "Tell you what… how 'bout you come back to my place, huh? Maybe we can work a li'l of that old black magic…"

That was it. Osaki was going to kill her for this, but she just couldn't resist. So, as she turned around to face the drunken moron, she sent out a mental signal to her brother.

"You want magic?" She asked, raising one eyebrow as a great, dark shape approached in the water behind her. "Alakazam."

As she spoke, the water behind her bulged and exploded, a living mountain of charcoal-grey scales and jagged spinal plates erupting from the waves, and a reptilian snout in front of blazing orange eyes turning down to Akira. Godzilla's scaly lips parted, showing his rows of gleaming teeth as he gave a low, vicious snarl.

Akira, of course, turned, ran, and, Miki was reasonably sure, wet himself, screaming all the whole as he raced into the night.

Miki turned round, giving the hunched-over monster an affectionate pat on the snout.

"Thanks, Goji," She smiled sweetly.

With a low rumble, Godzilla, still somewhat confused about why Miki had summoned him, turned and dived back into the water with a deafening splash and a wave of white surf.

Miki, unable to stop herself giggling, turned and continued her walk to the bus stop.

And there we have it; a quick little one-shot just done for… well, for no reason at all. I might occasionally add some more of these in the future.

All reviews welcome!