Authoers Note: I'm very happy with how the story is turning out so far. I'll admit, it's a little too soon to be this excited, but any progress is good progress! Any and all comments are appreciated, especially if it's advice to improve on my writing.
I do not own the cartoon series Yin Yang Yo! All ownership and copyright go to Bob Boyle II, Jetix and Disney XD.
"Yo... mm, what's up man?" The groggy Skelewog woke to an obnoxious amount of pings and whistles...a ringtone fit for someone like Yang. For the first time in years, Roger Jr. decided to sleep in. Not that he deserved it, but the spare time could do with some extra sleep.
"Yo Roger, how's about a few drinks at the bar tonight? Jobeaux and Boogyman are gonna be there!" Roger could hear the excitement in Yang's voice as he turned the volume down on his cell-phone, which is self-admitted stirred his enthusiasm too. Just a week away from the dojo and Yang already wants to go out drinking, though the monster couldn't blame him. Like himself, Yang didn't have as much to do in his spare time either...now that he thought about it, Yang WAS known for being a complete and total hypocrite; recalling his comment on how HE needed to get a hobby.
The Rabbit and Skelewog weren't the only ones that suffered from the lack of objectives. After Yo cut everyone off from furthering their Woo Foo skills until he felt the time was right, they all had to find some kind of hobby to keep themselves busy. He could never reason as to why Yo would even consider stumping their growth as warriors to be a good thing... conspiracy theories were the main talk among-st everyone once he first told them several months back. They all had to agree that no matter what the reason, it couldn't be helped. Deciding that a drink couldn't hurt, he agreed and made his plans.
The afternoon seemed to fly by, thanks to Tillman's concert recital and her mildly entertaining Soprano solo. He had begun to spend more of his time with his immediete family, with mild success. He considered himself lucky, he had only gotten in two verbal fights with his younger sister, and only made his father cry once (though to be fair, he DID ask if the apron made him look masculine). A dinner later, he saw that it finally hit 17:00. Skelewog found himself inside of their local bar no more than a few seconds after the clock struck the time...which annoyed him. He hated being late; but what irritated him more was waiting for people who WERE late. Preemptively clenching his teeth, he was pleasantly surprised to see his friends already present.
Catching up with his friends was too good to pass up, considering that their paths would separate one day; the glue keeping them together being Woo Foo. Ever since Jobeaux became King of Redneckistan, he only ever comes to the dojo to catch up with the rest of their class; having so many responsibilities to take care of for his hick country. As for Boogeyman...well, no one really knows where he goes off to in his spare time; or what he really DOES. They could only presume that he went to all kinds of different dance clubs, but they never really bothered to question him further... even to this day, he's still pretty damn hard to understand. His style has changed somewhat, and he was overall very personable, but his slurred speech even has Roger scratching his head from time to time.
Taking a seat next to the green goblin, Roger Jr wasn't surprised to see that he came around pretty cleaned up. When they were children,the prince at the time didn't have a care in the world about his looks...but ever sense he became king, Jobeaux started to feel as if looking better would pay off with other countries. Brown hair washed, clean casual clothes, even his teeth shined like the morning sun. Only his looks have changed however. He's still the proud, banjo playing hick that they've come to know. Hell, he even had the same rodent inside his mouth. Eyes with a tint of bloodshot in them, he figured that Jobeaux's been here for a few hours already.
The dance floor was filled with people going crazy. Boogeyman was making his rounds, rallying people up for a good time. His ridiculous fashion sense hardly changed, though the colors were indeed different. To commemorate Woo Foo, his once purple get-up was replaced with blues and pinks that blended so well together, he looked like walking bubblegum. The only aspect that didn't change was his beautiful Afro, the dark purple was where the eye landed first just looking at him. A crowd of women behind him in the conga line, Roger could only watch in awe as everyone followed suit until he picked up a slender monster, taking her to the side of the floor for some smooth talking. With a chuckle, he turned back around and ordered his drink.
"Sucks that you can't go back to the dojo. The Master say when you can go back?" Taking a large swig, Jobeaux glanced at his drinking buddy with curiosity. Of course, the first question was the one thing Roger didn't want to address on his night out. He didn't blame the hick though, he wasn't around to get the details. With a sigh, he answered.
"He never said when, he just said that he'd call me. It does suck, but not much to be done about it. I'm just hoping I can go back soon, I was nearly done perfecting the headbutt I was working on before I had to quit." Roger himself took a swig, the burning sensation from the booze running down his throat made his eyes water. He shouldn't of gotten their strongest drink, but nothing else could give him the buzz that he was looking for.
"The Panda might be crazy, but he DOES know what he's doing man. *BLEEGH*, ahhh, that was good. Anyway, you gotta take your mind off it. If anything, that's why he's making you stay away." The statement confused Roger, but he decided against pondering further for the time being. Instead, he decided to converse about Jobeaux's end of the spectrum. His life wasn't as repetitive as Roger's was; there was always a situation that had to be dealt with in Redneckistan. The Goblin told him stories that made roger either cringe or cry of laughter. Stories like the one time he had to make a 'law' to forbid youngsters from barging into a parent's room without knocking, the punishment being two weeks worth of cleaning out latrines. He also had to help out an older-resident, who called upon his expertise, to dislodge her pig from her refrigerator; the woman so crazed that she convinced herself that only the highest of royalty (other than herself) deserved to even touch her pig. Roger had NO desires to recall his story about the teenager that tried to fight an older gentleman...that story got NASTY. The conversing lasted over two hours, and two drinks later the monster began to feel a heavy buzz.
"W-Why do you think he wants me away? You'd think that a hard working student *belch* excuse me. You'd think that me working hard would make him think that I should learn more and get better. How does not working make anything better Jobeaux?" A small tear threatened to escape as he held his emotions in. In a way, it was driving the monster mad. It made no sense to him just WHY Yo would forbade him to practice the martial art that has kept so many people safe. With a deep sigh and belch, the horned man, whom had sobered since Roger's arrival, looked to his friend with sympathy.
"Well why do you think he stopped teaching ALL of us stuff? I mean shit, you can only practice so much before you just darn-well know it all, and even battling can only take you so far. Maybe we've all just hit a limit that we gotta pass, and that limit comes with time. *slurp* At least, that's what both he AND Yin told me when I asked. Makes sense I guess. He's putting you to a stop because you're going so overboard that it's almost sad man, you've got no life outside of Woo Foo."
Roger wanted to contest with every fiber of his being, but the liquor finally got to his speech. A slammed Yang pounded him on the back with a laugh, stumbling over his large feet as he called out Lina's name. Finding her across the dance floor, he raced over as the duo could only look with humor. Getting back to the subject, Roger attempted two slurs. Completely failing to communicate, the embarrassed drunk put a halt on speaking as Jobeaux continued.
"I mean, look at ME man. I'm a king that has to take care of his people, I don't even have that much TIME for Woo Foo. It might not seem like it, but trying to take care of a bunch of hicks takes a lot of work. I mean fuck man, I'm shit-shocked I haven't grown grey hairs yet. Lina? Well that lil' doggy still working on her pa's farm. You and I both know that her pa's always breathing down her neck. I mean com'on, some people spend their entire lives dealing with that shit, and she's no acception. Coop? He's working at a corn company AND has to deliver from chicken country to here all the time. You remember how far that is away? About a day's drive dude. I don't even know if he has TIME for a hobby, let alone a girlfriend." Nodding his head in agreement, the drunk monster felt his face begin to scrunch up again; he knew where Jobeaux was getting at. Out of respect, he didn't interrupt.
"Dave? Surprise surprise, he's got a Fiancee and an entire forest to care for when he gets home. You think HE'S bitchy? Try joining another one of them family reunions. He ain't complain'in for nothin man. Boogey? ...Eh well, I can't really say for that maniac. BUT, he knows how to use his time. NO ONE can doubt that. *BELCH* Even Yin and Yang keep themselves busy by doing pretty much a little of everything, and you know just as well as I do that stupid ass stumblin' everywhere laying Lina at least twice a week, or at LEAST attempting to. You?"
After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath.
"You, Roger, don't got anything except for your job. You work it what, twice a week? Maybe three? Granted it pays good, i'll give you that. But that ain't enough to keep a man sane. What you need, my friend, is a GOOOOOoood solid hobby; that or a lay. Hell, if you become the new whore in town i'd be more proud than anything else. I'd pay double for you ass man." Snort after snort after snort, even Roger chuckled and cracked a smile at his friend's sense of humor. He can talk with anyone in the army to an extent, and Yang is his usual go-to for advice... Jobeaux takes a special place though. Not only was he a leader of many people, but he's also got more experience when it comes to love, due to his five year marriage. It may not of seemed like it, but he was by far the most wise out of their group.
"Look man, you just gotta LOOK for something to do. Try something new, go out on a date, eat something spicy. Doesn't matter if any one of those get you sick and rips your asshole in half, at least you're doing something with your time. Who knows? Maybe you'll find something even BETTER than Woo Foo."
The night ended without a hitch. Joining Boogey Man and his dancing shenanigans, getting into a drunken arm wrestle with Yang, hearing some of the best jokes he's ever heard in his life from the locals, and the talk that he had with Jobeaux... it's exactly what the doctor called for. Wishing everyone a good night, he began to sluggishly walk home at about 3:00 a.m, or at least that's what it looked like on the clock. Even with the dark, the drunk didn't have many issues with tracking his steps back home; no worries about getting mugged or assaulted thanks to the town being villain free.
Every step began to grow heavier and heavier the closer he got to home, as if weights were attached to his ankles. His muscles began to cry from this familiar exaughstion, it made him feel like sinking into the earth for a long-well deserved sleep. Hope began to spring in his heart, as even with doubled vision, he could still see his apartment about a block away. Warm covers called to him, his cotton sheets singing for his bodies embrace. Longing for such comforts so desperately, he didn't even notice the man-hole cover that prevented his return. The ground smacked him in the face at 3 in the morning, knocking him out cold in the middle of the street as the sun was starting to rise.
...Maybe it was five in the morning, who could say?
