A/N: Before some one spouts the word Plagiarism, already passed this by JayDog75 to give a yay or nay on posting it. He graciously allowed me to use Chapter 18 from DBTD to do this. He has given is seal of approval on it and you will notice it follows very closely to his original post. From how he has written Lisa and what we know of her, this I think is a fairly accurate extrapolation! JayDog75, perhaps a collaboration? This oneshot kinda is! If you haven't taken the time to read his work, just what the hell are you doing with your life?! Go over and check it out! Seriously!

Brazen Huh?

"Flattery, Captain, will get you everywhere." Rick added with a wink, eliciting a smile from Lisa. It was just then that Rick heard his phone buzzing. He eyed the caller Id and frowned.

"Let me guess, our least favorite pop-tart calling again?"

"Yep. It's about the seventh call today. Lord only knows how many texts I've gotten."

"Ever think about blocking her number?"

"Not yet. I still have to answer something. I got a very important present on my front step this morning."

Lisa scowled. "Define 'interesting'."

"Two front row tickets for her Macross Homecoming show later in the week, with backstage passes."

"Before you even ask, no. You know how much I like her music." She retorted.

"Who says I was going to ask?" The scowl on Lisa's face grew at the comment, but before she could reply with something withering, Rick continued. "Besides, I have no intentions of going. Matter of fact, I just stopped up at the RDF Charities and gave them the tickets and passes. They're gonna work with MacrossOne and auction them off, with the proceeds going to the Star Saver Fund."

The scowl disappeared and was replaced by a smile. "That's a noble thing, Rick."

"Thanks," he then looked at the envelope and took a deep breath. "The tickets weren't the only thing I got." He opened the envelope and pulled out the key and note.

"Seems she's wanting me to meet up. So much so that she sent over a hotel key and a note. I hope you haven't eaten recently when you read that," he stated as he handed the note over to Lisa.

She opened the note and read. She could feel a sense of amusement rise up as she read. Unbelievable. She's still trying, she thought. It was when she hit the end that her expression turned from amusement to anger. You want to do that to him? Are you serious?

Rick was trying to gauge her reaction to the note. Something tells me this is not going over very well, he thought as he saw her expression.

Lisa put the note down and looked skyward. Pretty brazen of you, pop-tart. You really trust Rick a lot in writing that and him not turning it over to the press. A quick smile came across her face. Then again, you just gave me some ideas. Not that I haven't thought about some of these.

"Well that was an interesting read. She's got a future working in a certain industry if that singing thing doesn't work out."

"Yeah, I had the same thoughts as well. Needless to say, I won't be accepting her invitation.. I can think of much better things to do."

"So, seeing I handle the executive scheduling, I think you'll have duty that night. Shadowing the bridge staff. I'll be on that night as well," Lisa added with a wink.

"Works for me. Guess I better break the bad news." Rick then swiped at his phone and pulled up one of the messages. Tapping on Reply, he started to type his response:

Hey, got your package. Thanks, but I'm actually on duty that night. Can't attend. Sorry!

He tapped on the Send button. "Well, I expect a reply pretty quickly. I give it about two minutes."

Rick would turn out to be wrong. It was a good fifteen minutes before the reply came. When it did, Rick looked at the message and scowled.

"Get this, I'm apparently a selfish, ungrateful bastard for not going. And..." Rick's eyes went wide. "Whoa. Oh boy, Lisa, she does not like you at all."

Lisa put the back of her hand to her forehead and swooned dramatically. "Oh my stars! Miss Macross doesn't like me. What ever shall I do?"

"Well, I think you better read," Rick said while handing over the phone.

Lisa read over the message. Any mirth about her standing with Minmei evaporated as she read on, replaced by a feeling of anger. Really? Calling me that? You pathetic little bitch! She looked up at Rick with murderous intent.

"It'll be a very good idea if I don't cross paths with her for a while."

Rick nodded. "It might be a very good idea if I don't cross paths with her after that."

Lisa nodded before a predatory smirk appeared on her face. "I have an idea. Stay still."

"Lisa?" Rick watched her walk around the desk and stopped next to him.

"You have a camera on that, right?"

Rick nodded, understanding where she was going with this. The perks of working with someone for so long. "Group photo?"

"To an extent. Just get it ready." The smirk didn't leave her face. Call me a brazen slut...I'd love to see your face when you get this picture.

"Side by side?"

Lisa shook her head, smiling sweetly at him. "No fly boy. For this to work, I'll need to be on your lap."

"W-what?" Rick saw her seriousness and sighed. "Oh boy. This is going to get ugly, isn't it."

"Just be quite and enjoy yourself Rick. Not every day a woman sits on your lap," she remarked in amusement. Well, maybe it will if you actually ask me out.

Despite Rick's thoughts to the contrary, Lisa gently sat on his lap and smiled toward the phone, her cheek pressed against his. "Ready Lisa?"

"Oh yes. She's going to learn there are consequences for her words."

Rick nodded in agreement and tried to ignore how good it felt to have Lisa sitting on his lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "On three. One, two..."

Lisa moved just as he said three and sent the picture before he had time to recover.

Minmei was still storming away when her phone vibrated. She pulled the device and glared at the name. "What does he want now?"

She double tapped the screen and opened the message before she let out an anguished cry as she sunk to her knees, the phone dropping but thank fully not breaking.

On the screen was Rick and Captain Hayes, the woman's arms wrapped around Rick's neck and smiling into a kiss while it looked like Rick was cupping her cheek. The text message with it only had three words to it:

You lose, bitch.

A/N: Yeah, mostly the same as his chapter, but needed it for the flow to make sense. Anyway, again, pop over and check out his work. Three or four of these oneshots found their inspiration from his story.