It was a late night at The Zit. Inside, an attractive female virus sat at the bar, waiting. She kept looking around anxiously for something or someone. She noticed a figure approach the bar, but ignored him as he sat down next to her, continuing her search instead. She finally spotted what she was looking for crossing the dance floor toward her. A tall and slender, yet well-built germ walked up to the bar. He was fairly handsome for a germ, with his three blue eyes, pale green skin and short blond hair. He grinned at her and, flicking his long, thin tail back and forth gently, he spoke to the female virus.

"Hey Roxy, your three days are up and here you are; alone. Guess you couldn't find a date, which means you lose our little bet and I win you."

Roxy sighed inwardly. Why in Frank did she ever agree to Roland's little bet? The little scumball had bet her that she couldn't get a date, let alone a boyfriend, in three days. Like anyone could. Why, oh why did she ever agree! Probably, because she hadn't had a date in months and this was the only way to get Roland to stop asking her out. So, they had made a deal that if she couldn't get a date in those three days, then she'd go out with him. There was no way she was going to go out with that creep. She decided then and there to find a way out of this.

"So Roxy, for our date, I was thinking we could have dinner at The Crusty Scab, and then we could go down to the Dreamplex and catch a late-night dream. Oh, by the way, I may not have any money to pay, so you're gonna have to. Ok?"

"Uh, you're gonna have to cancel our so-called date, Roland. I already have a date, in fact, I'm going with my new...uh...boyfriend."

"Oh really? Well, then, where is he? I'd like to meet him."

"Uh...he's here...he's...er..." She looked up at the figure sitting next to her, "Uh...this is my boyfriend. His name is...um..."

"Thrax." replied the figure.

"Yeah." Roxy grabbed Thrax's arm and cuddled up to him.

"Hmm...Uh, Thrax? So tell me, is she really your girlfriend?"

Thrax looked down at Roxy and replied, "Of course she is."

"Hmph, I'm not so sure."

Roxy, beginning to panic, quickly did the only thing she knew would convince Roland. She grabbed Thrax by the collar and quickly murmured, "Come here, baby." before kissing him on the lips. Thrax, momentarily caught off-guard, slowly wrapped his arms around her, returning the kiss; maybe a little bit too much.

"Oh...alright. I guess you win, Roxy." Roland, thoroughly convinced and disappointed, slowly walked away.

After he'd left, Roxy quickly pulled away, gagging in mild disgust. Thrax smiled slyly and crossed his arms.

"Thanks, I appreciate you helping me out there, but, ugh, did you have to slip me the tongue!" Roxy asked in disgust.

"Sorry, baby. Force of habit." Thrax replied cheekily.

"Yeah? Well, you'd better not make it a habit with me."

"Hmm. I wonder what that's supposed to mean." Thrax replied slyly.

"Nothing! It doesn't mean anything!" she snapped at him. She was still a little testy because of Roland's stupid bet.

"Whoa! Chill, baby. I was just kidding." Thrax held his hands up in defense at her outburst.

"Hmph! If you wanna do something useful, you can buy me a drink." she snorted, crossing her arms in annoyance. Tonight was not a good night for her. First, she had barely wormed her way out of Roland's stupid little bet, and now she had to deal with some pervy virus who thought he could get fresh with her just because he got a little kiss.

Thrax leaned back against the bar, taking on a relaxed attitude.

"Alright. What do you like to drink?" he asked in that smooth, cool voice that could melt even the iciest of hearts.

"Huh?" Roxy was startled by how suave he'd suddenly become. Or maybe he'd always been like that. Wait, he'd just asked her a question. "Oh, uh, just get me a Gene Twist." she answered.

"Alright." Thrax talked with the bartender for a few minutes while he waited for her drink. Roxy didn't pay much attention to the conversation. There was something about this Thrax guy she recognized, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Thrax turned his attention back to her and handed her a glass filled with a strangely translucent blue-green liquid.

"Here you go, baby."

"Thanks." She took the glass and turned around to watch the dance floor, idly sipping her drink. After a few minutes, she turned back to Thrax, stirring the straw around in her drink. Suddenly, it dawned on her what was so familiar about this guy.

"Hey, you said your name was Thrax, right?" she asked.

"Yeah...?" he replied curiously.

"Hey, you're the guy, who nearly killed Frank, aren't you?" So, this was the guy whose name was practically legend around Frank.

"You better believe it." Thrax grinned.

"Wow, I heard you were good-looking, but-- Mmm, you really are hot." she purred, and blushed at herself. She hadn't really meant for it to come out like that.

Thrax chuckled softly at her compliment...and her embarrassment.

"Thanks, baby."

"Yeah." She looked away to hide her embarrassment, looking out at the dance floor again. She groaned inwardly as she spotted a certain someone making their way through the crowd toward them.

"Oh, no. That little creep Roland's coming this way."

"No problem." Thrax wrapped an arm around her shoulders as Roland walked up.

"Hey, Roxy. You wanna dance? I mean, if it's ok with your boyfriend here." Roland pointed to Thrax, who simply grinned like the cat who got the cream.

"Roland, I wouldn't dance with you if were the last germ in Frank. Now, will you leave me alone? Can't you see I'm on a date?"

"Ok, fine! I get the point. You don't like me. There's no need to insult me. Why don't you go dance with your boyfriend, then?"

"Huh?" she glanced at Thrax, who shrugged dismissively. He was no help. "Well, why not."

"Alright." Thrax stood up and took Roxy's hand, leading her out to the dance floor. Roland, left behind, sat down at the bar, looking decidedly glum.