~~~~~~~~~~~At Gaz's House~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was not cold.
It was not warm.
It was not still.
It wasn't nothing.
Hell, it was everything.
The night felt like what it always felt the night of your first "eat out".
Ha.
Date, dinner, chillin' hangin' out, meeting, food intake time, eat out, call it what you would but it was the same to every female on this planet.
Gaz was not immune.
Irritated because of her irritation at a stupid hair clip that refused to bend to her scary dominance and hold back That piece of hair There! Stop falling over to the… Ggahh! Stupid…little..thi…*snap*…damnit!
This continued from hair to clothes, with unending torment in store for the female who knew every piece of clothing she owned intimately. She let nothing touch her but that she hand picked and broke in to perfect comfort and practicality.
Standing in front of her open closet, 3 drawer dresser open and placed on the floor for easier perusal, and accessory trees and drawers gaping to reveal contents that did not sparkle or catch the eye in any gaudy manner.
And yet she cannot find a Single thing to wear! What is so different about this outfit than any other worn?
Oh yea, HIM. Or rather, ZIM.
And the search continues.
~~~~~~~~~At Zim's Base~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The night was preventing him from doing anything. Electricity shot out from his fingers whenever he tried to work.
Chaos Embodied, was running around in a "sock suit' as he called it, focusing on the "recharge zone" being the living room carpet, before launching himself at Zim unexpectedly for little, no, No apparent reason other than he was insane that may have had something to do with the jolts.
But that was not the only thing tonight. Something was wrong with the air. Computer said nothing, but as he was high on voltage and mayo that was less than helpful.
His claws were reacting in a strange way. A pimply, stingy, zappy feeling on the surface with no visible or outward reason as to why. Except the zapping, that was explained away. Strangest thing was it only happened when…
Crap, here comes said lighting rod.
{Magnets taste like Ow!}
And there he goes again.
Looking down I see my hand clasped around something, a refrigerator magnet with a big sombrero with the phrase "I Love Tacos!" in big splashy letters underneath. If I moved my first claw over the "Tacos!" I saw something else in my head.
And then the feeling returns and I need a soda before I squelch my squiddilysploge contents on the floor. And that would be dangerous. Last time I melted a mind control device for…
{Turtles cannot fly Master.}
What was that about? Why was he in obey mode? Man I hate when he gets all red eyed. Creepy little robot. What was I thinking about…Gaz…righ…
*Smack*
Damn door! Computer, wake up and open this door before I reboot you!
~~~~~~~~At Gaz's House~~~~~~~~~~
"Gaz, what's up with your face?"
*Crunch*
Damnit, now Dib's glasses made my hand pink. Stupid brother.
With a flick of her wrist, a compact was out and Gaz checked her makeup one last time just to make sure Dwib was right and there was eyeliner, or blush or…no, no it's fine, I'm fine, Everything is FINE!
- Honey why are you screaming? Is everything okay?
Everything is fine.
- Okay. Have a nice night. I see someone outside on the sidewalk. They have been there a while. Could you talk to them on your way out? That's my little girl.
A pat on the head and off he goes again. Hm, What a parent. Meh, but he's mine, I guess.
Now, about that 'someone'…
~~~~~~~Outside Gaz's house 20 minutes before~~~~~~~~
He got there early.
He had no idea why.
About an hour ago he got very jittery and uncomfortable in his base so, opting to walk, he took his time getting to Gaz's house.
Why was he dragging his feet?
Wasn't he jumpy to leave a minute ago?
Gah claws…itch…so much iching, Why the Itching!
A human Male and it's dog pet stop at my explicative and stare.
Then, burning from a light drizzle followed by a heavy atmosphere with wet, dense air. Gah. It was like breathing fire.
Somewhere, a memory surface of a threat of "standing up" before an eat out that was not to be done.
Ever.
Especially not to Gaz.
Penalty was not death…it was worse.
Maybe that was the impulse that drove his feet toward his enemy's sister's house.
Most of her "standing up" speech was recycled from past threats, so while she ran down "the list", as he called it from time to time, his eyes wandered to her shirt and what it covered and yet didn't, and still did.
Gah her clothing was so distracting.
The top layer small and shifting where there would be peeks of something he never saw before yet impossibly dreamt about.
A fishnet layer clinging to her shape protected whatever lay underneath and that was torture to Zim's dream time. It covered everything from wrist to neck to waist, made of fishnet, it also showed everything in teeny-tiny diamond and square shapes.
Shapes that changed whenever she moved and better when she was threatening. Certain poses she took offered a different message than the intended one.
As he stood there, staring at the memory, a light flicked on and illuminated the sidewalk and the door opened.
And out came his everything. And without any more knowledge than what she told him, He knew she was it, whatever that was supposed to be.
This eat out should be informative and dare he say fun?