Author's note: Yeah so.. here's the first official chapter of meh story! This isn't my favorite bit of writing, but it will do. An editor would still be nice, I hate having to read it over again to find mistakes. I'm so lazy about that.
If you review, I will love you, even if its a criticism, cause I want to be as good a writer as possible. As long as you don't be like, "Ohhjhohohohihgfdksjhgjkahfa Bryyyynnn, I hate you why did you write this, you suck so badddddd!" That isn't constructive at all.
This chapter was mostly for me to get used to both Drakken and Shego, and their relationship, so sorry for the length. My goal is to makeit he other chapters longer. Anyways, how did I do with their characterization?
As the night wore on, the less intense party-goers had already dispersed, leaving behind the guests who all came to dance suggestively around one another in hopes of scoring something that they could bring home. By then nearly everyone was drunk, and those who weren't drunk still danced like mad. The intoxicated tend not to care what you do, as long as its fun and it gets them riled, so even the sober folks could act like fools without truly looking like it. All around the room you could hear the low buzz of voices that threatened to overpower the volume of the music. The lights got brighter, flashing more frequently, which was slightly disorienting. That was the main goal though, keep the people's minds on track with the beat of the dancing. If the customers were kept concentrated on that, they tended to stay longer, and those who stayed longer would buy more drinks.
Eventually, during their stay here at La Ruche, Drakken had joined Shego on the dance floor. He had managed to down three more shots before he braved the stage, but he ultimately reached a point where he could still remember all of the night's previous events, but was too buzzed to give a damn. In fact, once he had managed to get himself beside Shego in the pool of people, he realized that she was much more intoxicating than any drink you could buy here, and just went with the flow. The trickery of the club owners had worked its magic on Drew, and now he was lost in the pulse of the atmosphere.
What the Duece!, Drakken had declared within his own mind, Why the hell not?
And thus, he had set out to cavort with his sidekick, his partner, the closest friend he had ever been graced to know. As he approached Shego, he was greeted with her wry little grin, one that he recognized from all the times she had ever tried to toy with him.
"A little late Dr. D, don't ya think?", she badgered with a spin as she continued to move to the background music. In Drakken's eyes, it was hardly such, but still, the beats were quite catchy. Yet, that wasn't what he was paying attention to at the moment. Instead, his eyes glided up her form, his eyebrow twitching as he scanned her body. He found himself at a loss for words, but did his best to quickly recover.
"I think not!", his rattly voice declared with a slur, covering up his inner butterflies with a facade of confidence. "The Evil Dr. Drakken is never late unless he affirms such things in advance!"
"Uh-huh…", she said as she slowly stopped moving and brought her hand up to her chin to examine him skeptically. After a few moments Shego dubbed him inebriated, drunk, intoxicated, whatever you want to call it, and chuckled quietly. She knew that he had had a few shots, but never suspected him to go for the strong alcohol. With that same wry smile creeping back up onto her face, Shego slowly began to move around again the the music.
"C'mon and prove it then, Blossom Boy.", Shego reproached, and turned around so the she could step back into him, her backside pressed up against his front. Her grin remained as she felt him stiffen up at her touch, though she was a bit taken aback by what he did next.
She felt his large blue arms, still within that ridiculous blue suit that she had begged him over and over not to wear to tonight's events, work their way around her waist. He pulled her in closer to him as he rested his head on top of her's nuzzling his face into her nest of soft black hair. His grip on her was snug, and constricted any dancing of her own free will. Her well-placed, timely moves were replaced with swaying as though they were dancing to some sort of slow prom melody. In the mass of beings all grinding against one another, Drakken and Shego looked utterly ridiculous as they teetered back and forth from one foot to the other. Drakken had started humming again, and Shego's eyes widened profusely as she could feel the vibrations from his mouth and cheek against the roof of her head.
"What do you think you are doing?", Shego asked him, a large hint of annoyance in her voice, mostly due to the fact that halfway through her question her voice had cracked noticeably. Her hands began to heat up, and she was prepared to use them if he refused to let go of her.
"I changed my mind, Shego, I do quite enjoy dancing, but only with you... Shhh... Don't tell anyone.", he said and playfully held a finger up to her lips as though he was keeping her quiet.
Shego felt her cheeks flush and her eyebrows raise with surprise. His finger felt rough, yet it evoked some strange feels within her body, some very strange feels indeed. Her blood began to boil as her annoyance began to evolve into anger, only to fully form into rage as she felt her body take control over her brain and relax in Drakken's arms. Her mind didn't fully understand how her muscles were working without its command, but soon enough her eyes were closed, and she found herself enjoying the sensation of his arms around her body, regardless of if they were in public or not.
Shego felt trapped within her own self, clawing and crawling to break free. She couldn't let this happen, she WOULDN'T let this happen, what was this that was even happening? It was similar to the sensation of his vines wrapping the two together, but now… it was so much more intense. It was absolutely infuriating! She might not do anything tonight about it, but tomorrow Drakken was in for a world of hurt. That was the one thing that was for sure.
"Let go...", her voice came out in a soft pleasurable coo, almost like a purr, it seemed her mouth wasn't quite agreeing with her mind either. No matter, she was used to being in control, and she knew how to regain it within a matter of seconds. She didn't have a reputation as an effective sidekick for nothing.
"What's that?", Drakken asked her affectionately while he nuzzled his faced into her hair further, slowly sliding up his arms around her own to hold her in a hug while they swayed totally off-beat with the rhythm of the next song.
This time her voice came out in its naturally commanding tone, much to her delight, she had managed to control her inner feels as her green plasma formed around her hands and wrists, and she pressed then back against Drakken to make him let go.
"I said... Let go!", she pushed him off of her with a loud oomph and sent him tumbling back a few feet with a surprised yelp at the sharp pain on either sides of his waist. Before he could really stop himself, he had stumbled over a chair at a small table near the dance floor, and back into one of the honeycomb pods that was now lit with yellow lighting. His skin looked eerily the same shade as Shego's underneath the artificial lighting, and his flower petals had bloomed prettily around his neck from the shock of the sudden attack. With round, sadly hurt eyes, he looked up like a worried child.
Shego was pissed.
He could tell even with the alcohol muddling his thinking. Protectively, he placed his hands over his head, cringing into a ball shape. By now the whole room had ceased to party, the scene before them was much more interesting than getting all sweaty and gross in the heated accumulation of human bodies. Shego looked around, taking note of the toppled chair and spilt drinks, their welcome was overstayed, and the guests kept turning to her with a petrified looks on their faces. It was time to go.
"Were leaving Drakken, now.", Shego told him crossly, and pointed next to her on the floor as though she was calling a dog to come to her. Drakken uncovered his face, a look of relief spread across it.
"Ok, ok, Shego, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.", he apologized meekly, not wishing to have another blast of plasma to any part of his body. He was already lucky enough that she didn't beat him to a pulp in public, he knew that she wasn't afraid to. He couldn't quite pin why she was so angry at him… she was the one who wanted him to dance with her in the first place. He had only done what she had asked. Still, he rose to his feet, and trudged over to Shego, head hanging slightly. He didn't want to look at anyone, even though he had alcohol in his system, this was still embarrassing. When he reached her, Shego grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him along behind her as she marched Drakken out the the hover car.
"Give me the keys, Drakken.", Shego spat out his name with abhorrence on her tongue. She was angry. The feelings she had… they didn't make her feel right. Hell, they made her feel good, but that was what wasn't right about it. For god's sake, Drakken had at least 10 years on her, he had a friggin' unibrow, not to mention his scar. It looked so pasty sometimes that it made her sick. He was so childish, and frighteningly optimistic about all of his evil plans. Yet.. tonight.. his arms around her had made her feel so… lucidly splendid, and that made her so appallingly affronted.
To her pleasure, he followed his instructions. She could tell that he was afraid, and though she felt some remorse for hurting him earlier, she wouldn't let him know that. As long as he feared her, he wouldn't try anything like that again.. at least he wouldn't, for now.
"And get rid of those damned petals.", Shego growled as they climbed into the hovercraft. "I don't want them in my way while I am driving."
