Disclaimer: I don't own Chris, Duncan, Geoff, Trent or DJ *sadness*
Author's Note: Thanks a whole bunch for all of the reviews!! Seriously, I don't deserve them. Kelsica2, noodlemonsters and rainbowxXrachel gave me a few ideas for this chappie. I love ideas, so if you have any for the fic, I'd really enjoy hearing 'em!
Oh yeah, this is changed to T for a reason!! As for the 'girls' flirting with guys, it's just the feminine instincts kicking in.
Enjoy, mes amis!
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They hopped into Christine's car again and she drove to The Purple Octopus. She parked and the five girls entered the bar.
"ID?" a bouncer asked.
Christine's eyes widened. She pulled out her driver's license and showed the guy.
"Uh, this doesn't look like you," he commented, looking at Chris Maclean's million-watt smile.
"Yeah, forget to shave," Christine gave her signature grin. The bouncer saw the resemblance.
"And them?" he asked. Christine discreetly pulled a hundred dollar bill out of her pocket and handed it to the guy. "Have a good time," he stepped aside and let them in.
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"Uh…" Diana looked at the people in the bar. "Notice anything… Interesting about the people here?" she raised an eyebrow. Diana glanced at the drunk patrons in the room, noticing that most of them were getting intimate with members of the same sex.
"Can I get you ladies anything?" a black-haired, Asian bartender asked. He was easy on the eyes.
"Surprise me," Christine replied. "So, what's your name?" she flirted.
"Heath, but, uh, why are you flirting with me when you've got four sluts behind you?" he prepared her drink.
"Excuse me?" Christine exclaimed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"This is a gay bar, hun," Heath gave her the martini. Had Christine sipped it already, she would have spit it out all over the somewhat familiar tech-geekette and bookworm flirting with each other.
"Okay, we're out of here!" Christine declared. She snapped her fingers. The other girls ignored her. "Hello?!"
"Huh?" Diana asked.
"Weren't you listening?" Christine exclaimed, exasperated. "We're leaving!"
"Why?" Jess inquired, ever so innocently.
"It's a gay bar. Do I need to explain?" Christine said, irritated.
"You just now noticed that?" Trina asked.
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The five beauties walked a few feet, to the bar next door. While Christine worked her magic with the bouncers standing guard, DJ and Diana wandered off towards a dank alleyway.
Christine, Jess and Trina entered the bar and Christine plopped down on a bar stool.
"Tell me this is a straight bar," she groaned.
The blonde bartender turned to face Christine and smiled. He had the biggest blue eyes and a little stubble on his chin. His peachy skin complemented his highlighted blonde hair.
"I think the bar's shaped more like a square… It's not really a line," he replied unsurely.
"I mean, like a bar, for like straight people," Christine twiddled her hair.
"Oh," he nodded. "Yeah, I guess."
"Anyways…" Christine continued. "I'm Christine, but you can call me whatever you like," she said huskily.
"Lynn," Lynn smiled at her. He had this innocent air to him which allured Christine. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Sure…" she agreed, lost in his eyes.
"Hey, whatcha got there?" Trina sat beside Christine and batted her eyelashes at Lynn. "You aren't hogging all the candy, are you?"
"Uh, no," Christine narrowed her eyes. "Why don't you go leave. I bet you'll be able to catch the 3 AM train traffic and get some change if you leave now."
"Yeah… No, thanks," Trina replied. "Can I have something to drink?"
"What do you want?" Lynn asked.
You… "Uh, I don't know," Trina shrugged.
Christine grinned at Lynn. "Don't worry about her. I'm the better package here."
"If we're talking about packages, Christy, I think we know who trumps there," Trina glared.
"People say I've got a million dollar face," Christine flipped her hair.
"Yup. All green and wrinkled," Trina replied.
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"Uh, where are we?" DJ asked, looking around at her surroundings.
Diana shrugged, "What? Was I supposed to leave a bread crumb trail?"
DJ and Diana continued walking despite all of the leers and pick-up lines they received.
All of a sudden, Diana stopped walking. DJ, who was walking behind her, crashed into her.
"I've got this insane craving for chocolate. Like I NEED some!" Diana cried. DJ shuffled through her pockets and found a packet of mini M&Ms.
"Here," DJ gave her some. Before DJ had even let go of it, Diana had sucked the chocolate away. "… Okay…"
"I want more!" Diana whined.
"It's okay, girl. We'll join back up with the rest of the gang. I'm sure there'll be somethin' at the bar," DJ reassured.
"Whev," Diana sighed.
"We-" DJ stopped mid-sentence.
Approaching the dynamic duo was Evan, the body-builder.
"H-H-Hi," DJ said dreamily. "Remember me? From the mall today?" she asked hopefully.
"Yeah, DJ, right?" Evan asked her.
"Uh huh," DJ ran her hand through her hair nervously.
"So… What are you doing… At this time at night?" Evan asked.
"I don't really know," DJ giggled. "Um-"
A honking horn interrupted DJ as a car ran over a dark blue duffel bag and swerved into a building.
Evan turned red in anger as he went to the car, pulled his dumbbell bag out from under it and left the driver with a black eye.
"You were saying?" Evan asked.
"I forgot… Um, I have to go. I'll call you later," DJ waved good-bye.
"Are you kidding? You can do better than the rageaholic," Diana told DJ. DJ just wore a lovesick smile on her face.
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"LikeOMGIjustmetthemostamazingguyEVER…'tfeltlikethisinforever!" DJ said at a mile-per-minute speed.
"Whoa, slow down, girl," Jess finished her seventeenth shot and started on another. "Evan again?"
"Who else?" Diana rolled her eyes.
"Wait a second… I just went at, like, 200 WPM speed…" DJ noticed.
"Freaky," Jess downed another shot. "Hey!" she took Lynn's attention from Christine and Trina. "Get me some more of whatever's on tap, will ya?"
After another round of drinks, the girls left the bar, to Christine and Trina's disappointment, and headed to the penthouse.
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"Urgh," Trina rubbed her head.
Diana and Jess were awake and had been chatting for some time.
"Why are you two up so early?" Trina asked.
Diana shrugged, "You're used to it after juvie."
"Plus, it's noon," Jess added.
"Don't we need to go visit the network?" Trina sat beside them.
"Yeah," Diana sighed. "We'll go when Christy gets enough beauty sleep. God knows she needs it."
"And DJ?" Trina inquired.
"She's been on the phone with whathisname for a few hours now," Jess answered. "Oh, you probably want something for that hangover, don't you?"
Jess tossed Trina some aspirin.
"Thanks," Trina swallowed it. "Guess what I got last night?" she pulled out a napkin with Lynn's phone number. "Christy's gonna be pissed."
"So that's the blonde guy you two were fighting over," Diana said.
"I wouldn't say fighting… Yeah, I'd say fighting," Trina nodded.
"URGH!" Christine groaned obnoxiously as she walked into the lounge.
"Morning, sunshine," Diana greeted. "Get ready quick so we can go to the network place."
"You're not the boss of me!" Christine said indignantly.
"You wanna bet?" Diana rolled up her sleeves and cracked her knuckles.
"Hey, relax, you two!" Jess pulled them apart. "We're a team! You know, girl power!"
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"Hello?" Christine flipped open her phone.
"Chris?" Chef's gruff voice came from the other line. "That you?"
"Uh huh," Christine replied.
"You sound sick," Chef commented. "Anyway…" he continued awkwardly.
"This doesn't sound good," Christine noted.
"I think I might've lost some vict- I mean campers," Chef confessed.
"Wha- How?!" Christine exclaimed.
"I just took 'em out to the city because I needed to go grocery shopping and there wasn't no one there at the set to watch the maggots," Chef explained.
"So…?" Christine asked.
"I haven't found them," Chef mumbled.
"Are you kidding?" Christine sighed.
"No… I did notice something weird about the maggots… They were all acting weird. Weirder than usual," Chef said.
"Grr…." Christine growled.
"I'm over and out," Chef hung up.
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Later that afternoon…
Christine pulled up at the network's building and parked in the 'Employee of the Month' parking.
"You're not employee of the month," Trina said.
"Well, I should be," Christine pushed her sunglasses onto her head and stepped out of the car. The rest of the girls followed in suit.
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"PLANTS HAVE RIGHTS TOO!" a group of college kids yelled, forcing their posters in the air. They had grouped together in front of the entrance of the Network's Canadian HeadQuarters and were protesting against a new show that put plants in danger.
The crowd was led by a shaggy brown-haired guy with piercing green eyes and tanned skin. He wore light washed jeans with holes and a dark green hoodie along with green flip-flops. He wasn't particularly muscular or tall, but somewhere in the middle. His straight, layered, brown hair (it was longer that normal, but not hippie-long) made his chiseled features stand out.
"What do we want?" he asked the protestors.
"PL-" they started, but shuffled around as the police began to infiltrate the area.
"What do we want?" he repeated.
"PLANT RIGHTS!!" they responded.
"When do we want them?"
"NOW!"
This carried on for a while and all of the commotion began to take its toll on the people who worked inside the building. The police finally began threatening to arrest people and little by little the crowd dispersed.
"Okay, kid, we're giving you a warning. Next stop is the bighouse if you don't keep out of this business," a policeman grabbed him by the arm.
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Christine saw the protest but what caught her eye was the guy leading the thing.
"W-Wow…" Christine said, breathlessly. She just stood there, frozen in place, staring at the environmentalist protestor.
The police were about to drag him away, but Christine burst into action.
"HEY!" Christine put herself between the environmentalist and the cops. "Leave him alone!"
"Ma'am, we're going to have to ask you to step aside, please," one cop said politely.
Christine put on her best dead puppy face. "B-But," she started, trying to hold back tears. "This always happens!" Christine faced the gorgeous protestor. "What about our family? And our kids?" she turned back to the cops. "You can't keep taking their father away!" Christine cried hysterically.
"…" was all the policemen could muster.
"Um, we'll let you go this time. Next time won't be as fortunate," the two cops walked away.
"Uh, thanks," he smiled warmly at Christine. "I'm Lenny."
"I'm Chris," Christine said dreamily. "I mean, uh, Christine. Christy's okay too. But I don't really care what you call me because I- Well, you get the idea."
Lenny laughed, "Yeah, I think I do. Were you here for the protest?"
No, actually, I'm here because I wanted to talk to my employer, The Canadian Network about the overnight gender change that happened a few nights ago and… "Nah, I've been shopping with some friends and stuff," Christine shrugged. "You just kinda caught my eye."
"You should be an actress," Lenny commented. "Seriously. That was one convincing act a few minutes back."
Christine laughed, "Thanks," a light blush formed on her cheek.
"Well, thanks," Lenny thanked her.
"No problem," Christine beamed. "Can I have your number?"
"Sure," Lenny laughed.
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