High on Coffee

Summary: The strangest events in the world can happen if you give Danny Zucko one cup of coffee too many. Sandy learns this the hard way.

Disclaimer: I don't own Grease, and I'm sure glad I don't! (I had to do a Grease Jr. play at my school, and guess who I was?)

P.S. - I have writer's block on my other story, Aishiteru: Ryou's Gift. Sorry, Shandra-Chan.

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Chapter 1: Thus Begins the Tragic Tale...

It was a sunny winter Saturday in 1959. We're in a small Californian town, home of Rydell HS.

Somewhere in this small town, in a Starbucks coffee shop- wait, you say Starbucks wasn't invented yet in the 50s! Well, too bad; in this story it was!

Ahem...anyways, somewhere in this town...in a Starbucks coffee shop...there's a boy and a girl. Can you guess who they are? You want more details, you say? Well, the boy has black hair and the girl has blonde hair. Can you guess who they are now? Well, if you guessed Sandy and Danny, then you're right. If you guessed something else, then...I don't know what you were thinking.

Anyways, what else could dear little Sandy Olsen and Danny Zucko be doing in a coffee shop together on a sunny winter Saturday? Why, they were on a coffee date, of course! (Danny was broke and couldn't afford anything else.) Anyways, they were sitting at the front counter, happily chit-chatting and waiting for someone to come serve them.

Just then, a young man in an apron that said 'Starbucks Coffee Waiter' came to the young couple's spot at the counter. "Howdy! May I take y'all's order?" he asked the two slowly with a strong Southern accent.

While Danny was busy grimacing at the man's uncivilized drawl, Sandy said in her usual saccharine voice: "Yes, please. I'll have an iced coffee, please, and..." she paused and looked over at her boyfriend. "Danny, what would you like?"

Danny abruptly turned away from the disturbing waiter. "Ugh..." he moaned. "I'll just have a decaf...heavy on the creamer..." He moaned again and stuck out his tongue in abhorrence.

"Danny!" Sandy hissed softly at her boyfriend and then turned back to the waiter. "I'm sorry, sir," she apologized tentatively. "He's...umm..."

The man smiled at the girl, showing all of his rotten yellow teeth. Danny glanced at the mere sight of it and nearly lost his breakfast. "Naww...it's alright, Miss," the nauseating waiter reassured in his heavy Southern drawl. "Say, you've got yourself a purdy accent there. Where ya from?"

For once, Danny was glad he was not the center of attention, but his girlfriend somehow didn't seem to mind the revolting waiter. "I'm from Australia, sir," she told the man. She was smiling her usual oh-so-innocent, melt-my-frigin-heart smile. Of course, she was just being polite; inside she felt as if she were going to be sick.

While Danny was absorbed in trying to hold his breakfast in, the waiter toyed with Sandy's blonde hair. "Yer know what, Miss?" he started to say. "You really remind me of this girlfriend I used to have back on the farm. Yep, she had yeller hair and blue eyes just like you."

Stop touching me...get your filthy hands away from me... Sandy loathed this strange man who was putting his big hairy hands all over her hair. But, of course, she pretended to be pleased by the man's words. "Did she really?" she asked with all the fake cuteness she could muster.

The man smiled again, which somehow caused him to accidentally yank a lock of Sandy's golden hair. The poor girl yelped and screamed in pain, causing the waiter to let go and jump back abruptly. "Oh dear...I'm so sorry..." the waiter drawled slowly. "You know what? I think it's high time to go git y'all's coffee now." With that, he walked away to get the young couple's order, allowing Danny a huge sigh of relief. Sandy, on the other hand, began the painful process of getting all the newly-formed knots out of her now-matted hair (thanks to that hillbilly waiter).

Oh boy, the readers are complaining. They want me to get to the part where the coffee-high-ness begins. Hold your horses, people!

Anyways, several minutes later, the waiter came back carrying a tray with several cups on it. "Here ya go, son!" he said as he placed a cup of decaf in front of the disgusted Danny. Then the man turned to Sandy and placed not one, but THREE cups of coffee in front of her. "Here ya go, Miss," he said with a grin. "Think of that there extra two as 'Welcome to the States' presents. It's on me!"

Danny frowned at the man's favor for his girlfriend, but Sandy smiled and thanked him auspiciously.

OK, anxious readers! The fun will soon begin!

"Danny, I can't finish all of these extra coffees," Sandy said to her boyfriend once the waiter had left.

The boy smirked. "Well, why don't I help you?" he suggested coolly.

Sandy nodded approvingly. Danny immediately pushed his own decaf aside and grabbed one of the extra cups of coffee. He started chugging it down aggressively.

"Be careful, Danny!" Sandy cautioned the boy, but he took no heed. He just kept on guzzling the caffeinated beverage until the last drop was gone. Then he grabbed the other extra cup and started taking huge swigs from it.

"More coffee!" Danny bellowed after he had licked his second cup clean. Sandy was becoming very worried because, as we know, Danny Zuckousually doesn't raise his voice, but she hesitantly gave the boy her own half-finished cup anyway.

Danny snatched the cup from his girlfriend's hand and drained it down in less than three gulps. "Mmmm...yummy!" he roared after he had finished his third cup of coffee. Actually, it was more like his 2.5th cup, since Sandy had only given him 0.5 of a cup, but we won't bother with the details. The important thing was: Danny Zucko had too much coffee!

Danny was very still for a moment. Then, suddenly, he went bug-eyed and yelled "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" But apparently, that was not enough. He then began blurting out random nonsense about what to do with pumpkin seeds and neon-green bunnies.

Now, if yournormally-calm-and-cool boyfriend was acting very weird and hyper because he was high on coffee, I'm sure you'd be very concerned. That was exactly how Sandy was feeling at the moment: concerned.As Danny yelled random things about Lhasa Apsos across the shop, poor little Sandy pondered her fate.

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