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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Zim, Dib, the rest of the GLASS club, or anyone/thing/place that is mentioned here as familiar to being associated with Invader Zim. I DO however, own Keyvine/Krill. I make NO money off of this fictional, non-canon work.
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Zim and Dib were the last two to enter the GLASS club's new meeting room, room 103. The others were already sitting down, chatting and enjoying some snacks that Morla had brought for them. Zim grabbed a brownie and took a bite as he sat with Keyvine. Keyvine smiled softly at him in greeting. Little pieces of cookie were around his mouth, so Zim wiped his hand over his own mouth to give him the hint. Keyvine cleaned up, flushing darkly, as Dib sat down and Keef tapped a pointed against the blackboard.
"Welcome to this month's meeting of GLASS Club!" Keef greeted, gripping the wooden podium in front of him. "Snacks today have bene provided by Morla!"
The others clapped in response, thankful. She flushed and looked away. Gaz grunted, not looking up from her Game Slave.
"Gaz, come on, please no Game Slave today." Keef begged, eyes watery.
The people nearest him, Gretchen and Melvin, backed away as Gaz glared at him over her Game Slave and through her dark bangs.
"Now you've done it." Keyvine held his head in his hand. He didn't seem too concerned.
Keef gulped. "Heh-heh…never mind…"
Gaz snarled before going back to her game. "That's what I thought." She said.
"Anyway…" Keef tugged at his shirt collar. "So, the agenda for today is to discuss our plans for prom, the fundraiser we plan on doing, and our pre or post prom party." Keef grinned, looking around at the others. "Melvin, would like to begin?"
"Sure." Melvin stood as Keef bowed away from the podium, the others clapping. "So, like I said last time, I've been talking to my uncle about getting a limo. He's agreed to give us a hummer limo for ten bucks a person."
The others clapped enthusiastically. Zim cocked an eyebrow, surprised by the price. Sure, it was Melvin's uncle, but weren't hummer limos more expensive then regular limos?
"Um…" Gretchen shyly put her hand up.
"Yes, Gretchen?" Keef asked, aiming his pointer in her direction. "What is it?"
"Hummers are…bad for the environment…" She muttered, using her upper lip to cover the braces she hated. She tapped at an environment conservation button on her jacket.
"Melvin, rebuttal?" Keef wondered, pointing at Melvin and almost hitting him in the face.
Melvin rolled his eyes. "I know you're worried about the environment, Gretchen, but a regular sized limo wouldn't fit everyone." He said. "We'd have to go in two limos, since it's not just us going. So wouldn't it be more dangerous for the environment if we used two limos?"
Dib's friends were planning on joining them for the limo, which made their total come to around sixteen or so.
Keef looked to Gretchen. "Gretchen?"
"Two limos don't have the destructive power of one hummer limo…" Gretchen muttered, eyes downcast.
"Melvin?" Keef swung his pointer towards Melvin, narrowly missing his face.
Melvin grabbed the pointer and chucked it behind him. It clattered to the floor and rolled under the cabinet, out of Keef's reach. Gaz chuckled as Keef fixed Melvin with a glare and went to retrieve it. Keyvine leaned back in his chair to get a good look at Keef's backside while he was digging for the metal pointer. Dib tipped his chair with his toe, making Keyvine have a mini panic attack as he fell, before he grabbed the table to steady himself.
"I understand, Gretchen, but it's easier this way." Melvin said. "Tell you what. If we use the hummer limo, then I'll come to recycling club and separate paper and whatever for the next two weeks. Deal?"
Gretchen's eyes shifted to Melvin, but quickly fell down again. "Thank you." She said.
No one spoke for a moment or two.
"Keef?" Zim asked. "The matter is settled."
Keef waved a hand out at them. "Someone take over and move onto the next item regarding prom!" He ordered. "Gaz, you do it!"
"Yeah, right." Gaz replied.
"I'll take over." Keyvine offered.
"Fine, babe!"
Zim rolled his eyes as Keyvine took Melvin's place at the podium.
"So…" He asked. "What else do we have to get together for prom?"
"Where we're meeting." Morla offered.
"Oh, yeah, right." Keyvine agreed. "So…um…who's in charge of getting everyone together?"
"I am." Morla responded.
He flushed. "That makes sense." He said. "The floor is yours."
Morla took his place as the others clapped. "So, my parents said that we can all meet up at our house, because they want pictures."
"I'm out." Dirge spoke quickly, opposed to pictures.
"No you're not!" Keef called back, sitting up long enough to shoot him a glare, before returning to his search.
"You're not going to find it, babe." Keyvine informed.
"Watch me!"
Apparently, to Keef, 'you can't' was a challenge instead of a fact.
"Moving on…" Morla said, turning back from Keef. "My parents said that if we meet at my house, we should meet at seven, since prom is at nine. Enough time for everyone to get there, to get some pictures taken together, and get to prom early enough that we won't have to wait in line."
"Any…uh…arguments…?" Keyvine asked the group, seemingly uncomfortable in taking Keef's place.
"I'm not fond of the idea of pictures." Dirge informed.
"Why not?" Keyvine wondered.
"I always look like a confused cow in them."
Gaz grunted, trying to hold back a laugh. Dib glared at her. Dirge simply rolled his eyes, ignoring the comment.
"So…Morla…?"
"You don't have to be in pictures if you don't want to, but it would be nice to have a group photo…"
"It would be nice, but I really don't…"
"You can't stomach one picture?" Keyvine asked. "Just hide behind someone if you really want to. As long as we see some part of you, it's okay."
"And my dad can use Photoshop." Morla said. "I'm having him crop my mole off in the picture."
Dirge thought for a moment. "Okay…I guess…"
"Settled." Keyvine said. "What's up next?"
"We've got how we're getting there and when we're meeting." Dib commented. "What else for prom?"
"I think that's all." Gaz informed her brother.
"Move onto the next item!" Keef ordered. "Fundraiser!"
"Shouldn't we worry about planning our party before we work on a way to fund it?" Zim asked.
The others laughed.
"Fine, fine, whatever!" Keef said, turning to try and grab the pointer with his other hand.
"Has it occurred to him to move the cabinet?" Dib whispered to Zim.
"I don't think so." Zim whispered.
"Should we tell him?"
"It's funnier if we don't." Gaz whispered harshly.
Dib gave her a look, but Zim chuckled under his breath. "She has a point." Zim said. "It's amusing to watch Keyvine struggle with a simple task."
"No side conversation." Keyvine ordered, throwing a piece of chalk in Zim's direction.
The younger Irken caught it quickly in his left hand and stuck his tongue out at the older one.
"No roughhousing either." Dib informed, throwing a pencil at Keyvine.
Keyvine ducked, then stood and stuck out his tongue while pulling down his left eyelid.
"Stop it, all of you!" Keef ordered. He didn't move from where he was.
"But this is funny." Gaz informed, smirking.
"Not really! This is a serious meeting!"
"No it isn't." Zim chuckled.
"Zim, you're not helping!" Keef said. "Change the topic, party, where? Zim, bring up what we discussed earlier!"
Zim rolled his eyes and groaned. "Fine." He joined Keyvine at the podium, plopping the chalk on the elder's head. "Anyway, we were thinking of saving money by having it at someone's house. But the problem is, we need a place where there aren't any parents to make us end the party or yell at us. So we have two options. Keyvine's place, or the Membrane residence." His eyes shifted to Dib and Gaz.
Gaz didn't seem to care about what he was saying, but Dib seemed to be thinking it over. That or he was annoyed at the suggestion.
"Let me guess, my place was Keef's idea, and their place was yours?" Keyvine wondered. So far, he hadn't bothered to remove the chalk.
"Both were mine!" Keef offered, still not moving from where he was searching.
"Thanks, babe." Keyvine told him.
"Any time!"
"It's not a bad idea to have it at our place." Dib said. "I mean, dad won't come home at all, since he's busy with something. Some space junk again."
"Again?" Zim wondered, recalling the Slerk incident.
"Real space junk. Not things that are going to destroy our town." Dib said. "Shooting star."
"The Massive tends to look like one from far away…" Keyvine muttered softly.
Being the only one to hear him, Zim glared at him. Now wasn't the time for those kind of jokes.
"Off topic again!" Keef scolded.
"The chances of parents coming into Keyvine's house aren't likely either." Zim offered, giving Keyvine a wink.
He shoved the younger male, making the chalk fall off of his head and clatter to the floor with his movements.
"We'll leave it up to a vote for the next meeting." Keef said. "Next!"
"Rapid fire, huh, Keef?" Melvin wondered.
Keef sat up and glared. "I'm still mad at you." He went back to trying to grab the pointer.
"Move the cabinet and grab it, Keef!" Gretchen offered, piping up for the first time in a long time.
The shock of what had happened to the town had affected everyone, but Gretchen was severely affected. She wasn't used to being without her parents, and being without them for a long period of time at Membrane Labs had an effect on her. She spent most of her time looking at the floor and speaking softly now, like she had when arguing with Melvin over the limo's environmental damage.
"Oh yeah." Keef stood and moved the small cabinet, grabbing his pointer and smiling. "Thanks, Gretch! Babe, you're released from duty!" He slapped the pointer against the cabinet, making a metal-on-metal pinging sound.
"Thank God." Keyvine grabbed Zim's wrist and dragged him back to their table.
Zim pulled away and rubbed his wrist before plopping down next to Dib. Dib put his arm around his shoulders and held him close. Keef bound over to the podium.
"So now we need to decide on what to do for a fundraiser!" Keef said. "Since we have two locations to choose from later, we don't need to worry about how much we'll need for a place, just food."
"How about a raffle?" Morla offered, putting up her hand. "We can get some stuff to raffle off to the highest bidder."
"You mean a silent auction type of deal?" Dib asked.
She nodded. "Yeah."
"So we're spending money that we should be saving for the party, in order to get more money for said party?" Keyvine asked.
"Gotta spend money to make money." Zim shrugged.
Since he made money by making and selling illegal weapons, Zim had to buy his supplies, in order to make the things he was selling. Is essence he spending money in order to make more. When he first got to Earth, Zim used his skills to copy and make his own money to support himself. He had long given that up after Dib had informed him that it was a crime and he'd be severely punished for it. Zim didn't like punishment from his mother, let alone law enforcement.
"Zim's right, but we need to think of something that doesn't require spending money." Keef answered. "Good idea, though, Morla." He smiled at her. "Anyone else?"
"We could do a car wash." Dirge offered.
"Cliché." Dib answered.
"And deadly…" Zim muttered.
Irkens were allergic to water, and Zim had been pelted with rain at Keef's family reunion a few weeks after they first met. It had burned him, but he claimed he was often affected by pollutants in water, not water itself. Everyone seemed to buy it. Or at least not question it.
"Any other ideas?" Keef asked.
"Bake sale?" Gretchen wondered. "Also a cliché, but it works. I mean, we can make food with basic stuff in our kitchens. We don't need to buy anything. So no money spending."
"We still run the risk of needing extra supplies."
"And making food that sucks and no one buys." Gaz argued. "Next."
"Way to be optimistic, Gaz." Keef scolded. "But what else do we have? Car wash and bake sale are our best options, as long as we don't have to spend money."
"We're kids, what else can we do?" Zim wondered.
"Build and sell off illegal stuff." Keyvine offered, leaning on his hand and resting his elbow on the table.
Zim glared at him.
"Something legal, babe!" Keef giggled, obviously not catching his boyfriend's crack at Zim's past.
"Make and sell legal things?" Keyvine asked.
"Shut up, man." Zim ordered.
He'd picked up some terms and phrases from hanging out with Dib and his friends.
"Zim's right. Your ideas suck." Gaz offered.
"We could auction off your Game Slave." Keyvine offered.
She glared at him.
"Do you want to die?" Dib asked him. "Because you're about to."
"How about we auction off your organs while we're at it." Gaz sneered at the Irken.
It wouldn't make much money, since Irkens only had a squeedly spooch and a heart.
"I like my organs inside me, thank you."
"So stop saying stupid shit." Gaz ordered.
"Gaz, watch the language."
She glared before returning to her game. "Whatever."
"So we have two ideas." Keef said. "Should we vote?"
"Why don't we just do both and split the work evenly?" Keyvine asked.
"Hm…" Keef rubbed his chin. "We could go girls against guys and make it a competition. Whoever makes the most money gets to decide on a theme for our party…"
"There's not enough girls for that." Gaz informed without looking up.
Zim counted. "Three girls versus six guys." He said.
"So what if two guys go with the girls then?" Keef asked.
"Still uneven."
"Only by one." Zim shrugged.
"Close enough." Keef waved him off, snapping his wrist. "So we can have the girls do the back sale, and the guys do the car wash." He smiled. "What two guys are going with the girls?"
"I volunteer." Zim said, deciding to join them the moment Keef suggested the guys to a car wash.
He got a couple weird looks, but Keef nodded. "Understood." He said. "Anyone else?" It was silent for a few minutes. "Don't make me make the guys do rock paper scissors for it."
"I'll do it." Keyvine shrugged.
"Ooh, boyfriends pitted against each other in a desperate attempt to make money for the same exact cause." Keef swooned. "It's like a movie!"
"A horrible one." Gaz snorted.
"So it's settled! Zim and Keyvine will help the girls prepare and hold a bake sale, while the remaining guys do a car wash. Winning team gets to choose a theme for the party." Keef nodded, smacking his left fist into his open right palm. "Anyone against it?"
No one raised their hand or spoke.
"So we're all settled then. Our only decision left is whose house to have it at."
"Let's do it this way." Dib said. "Winning team gets to chose the theme, losing team gets to host the party. Since Keyvine is with the girls, the party is at his house if the girls lose. And if the guys lose, it's at mine, Gaz, and Zim's house."
Zim flushed, still not used to having Dib say that the house was his as well. It reminded him just how close he and his boyfriend were. It wasn't embarrassing, but it was…nice.
