Boilerplate Disclaimer: The various characters from the Kim Possible series are all owned by Disney. All registered trade names property of their respective owners. Cheap shots at celebrities constitute fair usage.

Author's Note: A short chapter trying to answer complaints of insufficient character motivation. A bit more serious this time. Hopefully it won't happen again.

Thanks to Scourge From BloodClan, etyberz, Joe Stoppinghem, GabrielBlade, LJ58, Thomas Linquist, arrow-of-jane, Obsessive Imaginings, A Markov, only-looking, Lhyaran, noncynic, and RevSrVixena whose reviews got me writing faster than I'd planned. Blame them for the continuation.

RCA-Victor released The Old Triangle, by Sonny Howard in May 1953. Do NOT confuse it with The Auld Triangle, a song from the play The Quare Fellow first produced in 1954 and popularized in the 1960s by different Celtic groups under various titles – including The Old Triangle. The auld triangle was struck at Mountjoy Prison to mark the passage of time. In Howard's Old Triangle we is that old eternal triangle, two guys competing for the same girl. They'd both show up at her home, wondering which one of them was going to win. Here we have somewhat different competitors.

The Old Triangle

[Last Chapter, as you recall... Flashback provided courtesy of KiY Productions for those whose minds are going, or who haven't read the earlier chapters and pressed the little bracket character which takes them to the latest chapter of a story.]

Ron and Shego decided to go out for a drink after work. Ron suggested a brew pub he liked, but Shego had been researching Middleton night life on the web and countered: "I want to check this place out. I'm buying."

Ron didn't hesitate. "Okay."

"Alakazam."

Ron looked down at his breasts, "Ah, man," Rhonda complained. "Why'd you turn me into a woman again?"

"Lesbian place. I don't want anyone to see me there with you as a guy and think I'm straight."

[We now return you to the current chapter.]

"Don't stare so much," Shego warned Rhonda. "This is supposed to be a classy place, not a meat market."

"I never knew there were so many lesbians in Middleton," the blonde whispered.

"There're not."

"Huh? But you said this was a lesbian bar."

"Straight guys may not go into gay bars, but straight women aren't afraid to come into lesbian bars... At least the good ones. The bad ones... Okay, they're meat markets. Walk in single and you're saying you're available – why I wanted you along. This was supposed to be a good one, but you can't trust everything you read on the web. Anyway, lot of women tired of drunk, obnoxious men hitting on them. Bunch of these couples are probably just friends. They want a drink after work before going home and they don't want some asshole thinking he can get them both in bed if he buys them a couple drinks."

They ordered two beer flights to test the brews on tap. Rhonda sampled the weissbier and wrinkled her nose in disgust, "It's not nearly as good as Sláinte."

"Maybe not," Shego agreed, "but they've got a wider selection of wine and cocktails."

"What good is a wider selection if you've got mediocre beer?"

"Kim agreed to come out with me for a drink, remember? I want a place where we can go without obnoxious jerks hitting on us."

Rhonda looked thoughtful and sampled another beer, "So... Why are you chasing Kim?"

"Hey, you're chasing her too!"

"I've been chasing her for years. We've been best friends for over twenty years. I've been proposing for the last three or four. You were out of the lamp and... You want to talk about obnoxious jerks hitting on women? Looked in the mirror lately?"

The genie's eyes narrowed with anger as Rhonda spoke, "I..." She stopped and leaned back in the booth. There was half a minute of silence. "Know what it is to be lonely?"

"Sure, I–"

"No you don't," she spat, "you don't have a fucking clue. Try living in a lamp for a couple hundred years as a genie and you'll know what lonely is. I saw Kim and I was–"

"Go after some woman here," Rhonda suggested. "Even if half of them are straight there's got to be a lot who're looking for a woman."

"Let's say half of them are straight. You want to go after any of them instead of Kim?"

"No, but I love Kim. You barely know her!"

"Okay, coming out of the lamp was pure unadulterated lust at first sight. And I still want to jump her, I won't deny it. But she might be the nicest person I've ever met. Masters... So many masters... Two things they always want, money and sex. Get the lamp and all they think about is how they can use me for themselves. Selfish, greedy pigs. Kim doesn't order me around. She didn't even want a genie for fuck's sake! And what does she want to do with her genie? Find a way to help other people! If she could find a way to free me she'd do it for me, not to get rid of me, but because she'd want me to be free! I'd kiss that woman's feet... Hell, there's no place on her body I wouldn't kiss. Maybe I am obsessed, but do you know a better woman than Kim?"

"No."

"So why should you be surprised I don't either?"

"And you show it by being an obnoxious jerk? Do you think it impresses her?"

Shego fell silent and Ron held his breath, wondering if he'd angered her so much she'd turn him into a toad or something worse. After a minute however she gave him a rueful smile, and a small nod of agreement. "You're right."

"So... You'll leave Kim for me?"

"No, I didn't say that. You're right, I'm hitting on her way too strong. Now on, I'm going to be one smooth mofo. I'm going to impress the hell out of her by being caring and attentive... Sensitive, yeah, that's it, sensitive. I'll have her in bed in a month. Hey, thanks for the help."

"I'm not trying to help you!" Rhonda protested, "I'm trying to help Kim!"

"Help getting her together with me is the best thing you could do for her," the green woman assured Rhonda.

The blonde banged her head down on the table between them in the booth as Shego signaled the server, "Ah, man, my life stinks. I'm helping the enemy now."

"I'm not the enemy," Shego reminded him as the server came over to their booth. Shego ordered a full bottle of their best single malt Scotch and two glasses with ice.

"Now you're trying to get me drunk?" Rhonda asked after the server left.

"Nah, I don't even know if you like Scotch. Most of it is for me."

"So now I see how much damage a drunk genie can do," the blonde muttered.

"I can't get drunk," the green woman told him.

"Huh?"

"My curse... There are so many times I've wanted to get drunk... I could chug that bottle of Scotch... Hell, I could chug five bottles of Scotch. I get a tiny little buzz, just enough to make me think maybe this time, maybe this fucking time I could really get smashed. Never do. I can't get drunk. But I'm celebrating you giving me good advice. I doubt I've met five men who've given me... Of course, under the circumstances, you don't look manish."

"Who's fault is that?" Rhonda asked, hefting her breasts, "and what are these, double-Ds?"

"Just a D-cup. But inside I know you're still a guy"

"Inside she's a guy?" the server asked in disbelief as she arrived at the table with the Scotch and glasses.

The genie shrugged, "She likes women."

"That doesn't mean we're guys inside," the server snapped in an annoyed tone and moved away.

"Well," Shego commented as she filled the two glasses and handed one to Rhonda, "looks like I managed to piss her off."

Rhonda raised her glass in toast and Shego clinked her glass against it, "Of course you usually manage to piss off everybody."

"So true," Shego agreed, "but you're looking at a changed woman."

"You're going to stop pissing people off?"

"Gonna stop pissing Kim off. The rest of you..." She took a sip of the Scotch, "This is good stuff."

Rhonda took a sip and shrugged, "I'm not much of a Scotch guy. I'll trust you on this being good stuff."

Ron slowly nursed the glass while Shego knocked back three or four so fast it worried her/him, "Are you sure you can't get drunk?"

"Yeah... Almost got the whisper of the buzz on that last one. Drugs are out too. Nothing to help me forget who and what I am." She noticed how full Rhonda's glass remained, "I can order a beer for you if you don't like that."

"Nah, the beer here is terrible. Besides, I'll have to drive home and don't want to get drunk."

Shego chuckled, "If we weren't competing for the same girl I think I could like you. So, tell me about your favorite beers while I kill this bottle."

The two relaxed in their booth, making small talk about good and bad drinks. Ron had traveled enough with Kim that the green woman found him more knowledgeable than she expected. The conversation was interrupted after about twenty minutes when a brunette stumbled by on her way to the restroom.

"Bonnie Rockwaller," Rhonda said in surprise.

"Bonnie Rockwaller?"

"Alpha bitch back when Kim and I were in high school. I think she's had some tough luck since then... There was this big recession in America and–"

"World to Ms USA, it wasn't just your recession – things were tough all over."

"Her family had been pretty well off... More money than my family anyway. Dad lost his business. She had to leave college and go to work. Someone told me she was trying to finish... Maybe she has by now."

"That's tough luck? Most of the world would think she's had it pretty good."

"Not Bonnie," the blonde assured her and related stories from cheerleading in high school. He had used the word 'Bonnie' in another sentence when the brunette in question, heading back from the restroom, passed their booth.

Bonnie turned and stared at the pair, then staggered over and peered at Rhonda, "You know... Do I... You..." She appeared to be having trouble finishing a sentence.

"I, uh, saw a picture of you my cousin, Ron Stoppable, had," the blonde explained. "I mean, a picture of all the Middleton cheerleaders."

"You're cousin to Loser Boy?" she slurred. "No good..." she appeared to lose her train of thought again.

"Almost like brother and sister," Shego told her cheerfully.

"Won't hol' it againsh you," Bonnie said and slid into the booth beside Rhonda. "New in town?"

"Are you saying you're new in town," the green woman asked, feigning ignorance.

Bonnie had to think for a minute. "No. I live... You new? Not seen... You couple?"

"Not a couple!" Rhonda assured her quickly and in a slightly panicked tone. "Hardly even friends! Maybe not even... I mean, she heard about this place and wanted to check it out. That's all!"

Bonnie smiled at the blonde, "Whash your name?"

"Rhonda Stoppable," Shego told her

Bonnie closed her eyes tightly, "Soun' like Loser Boy." She opened her eyes and leaned close to the blonde staring into her eyes, "Didn' like Loser Boy... Like you..." She leaned back, with Rhonda's glass of Scotch now in her hand.

"Should you be getting back to your friends?" Rhonda asked.

"By shelf... At bar... Broke up wiff..." Bonnie started crying, then took a healthy slug from the glass of Scotch.

"Can we take you home?" Rhonda offered. "I don't think you should drive."

"Shount' drive," the brunette agreed, and finished the Scotch. "I like you." She closed her eyes, leaned against the blonde, and fell asleep.

Rhonda looked across the table, "And you want to get like this?"

"Sometimes, yeah. At least for tonight whatever demons were after her are gone away."

"But they'll still be there tomorrow."

"Yeah, they'll be there tomorrow. But for one night at least they're not there. There're days I think I'd kill for one night of oblivion... Of course, as you probably have figured out there're some masters I'd probably kill just for the hell of it – if I could."

"And I'll bet you've found ways to make their lives hell because you could."

"Yep."

"I'm tired. The bottle is empty. What do we do with Bonnie here?"

"I could sober her up, but that'd be a dirty trick after she worked so hard to get trashed."

"Well we shouldn't just leave her here, not like this."

"No, you're right. She accepted your offer when you said you'd take her home?"

"Yeah."

"Alakazam."

Only the two of them remained in the booth. Shego paid her tab and the two walked into the night. "Need a ride back to the office?" Rhonda asked when they found the car.

"Nope. I'm a genie, I'll blink myself back."

"Care to turn me back to normal before you go?"

"I told you I don't do miracles. No way to make you normal – but I'll give you back the original equipment, Alakazam."

"Thanks," Ron said as he got into the car for the drive back to his apartment.

"Weird night," Ron thought as he unlocked his apartment and went in, "glad Shego zapped Bonnie back to her place – she was in no condition to drive." Ron flicked the light on his bedroom, swore, and quickly turned off the light and backed out of the room. Shego had not zapped Bonnie back to her place, she was sleeping it off in Ron's bed.

In her bedroom Shego donned silk pajamas of a dark green as she prepared to retire for the night. With the problem running through her head she wasn't sure how quickly she'd be able to fall asleep. How could she make sure Kim stopped by Ron's apartment tomorrow so she'd find him in bed with Bonnie?

Beer flight – several small, sample glasses of different beers.