As you should know by now, I do not own Invader Zim okay? This prompt is "Something Ridiculous" and this was what I thought of. But I am sure you don't care about my author's notes, so enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
It was early on a Saturday night and Dib and Tak had decided they were going to go out for the first time in months. They both had been busy with their new jobs, Dib as a Paranormal Studies Professor and Tak as a women's self defense instructor with the reputation of being one of the toughest in town. People thought you would learn how to break a man's neck and get away with it there all from rumors. Which this happened to be great for business as Tak had a waiting list of 3 months for people to get to their first class. Plus, she could charge a very high amount to do so. With emerging careers, they could hardly find time for each other, but they finally managed to get a day where they were off on the same Saturday, so it was a date. However, Tak didn't want to go out to eat some place, as lately, a lot of the food in restaurants in town, whether they were by carelessness, tainted ingredients or her Irken physiology was making her sick. Dib thought it was too cliched and he still had a popular reputation as the new professor and many of the girls who tried to hit on him, worked at the restaurants in town. Last thing he wanted to happen was the town's leading self-defense instructor beating a waitress half to death.
"Well, this place looks dingy and lame." Tak said. "Let's go there."
"A dingy and lame place?" Dib asked.
"Well, dingy and lame means not many people would be there so we can have time alone." Tak said. "It is a small karaoke bar in Little Tokyo that some suspect is a front for the Yakuza."
"A bad karaoke bar is a front for the Yakuza?" Dib said rolling his eyes.
"You never had to do illegal things under a powerful government's radar have you? It is too much work to run a nice place well and you don't want some affluent, do goody people coming in seeing a guy bound and gagged. Also, you won't believe how hard it is to cover up the sound of someone who was no good on his loan getting beat up." Tak explained.
"You work for some alien mob or something before you came to Earth?" Dib asked.
"I can't say much that you didn't figure out." Tak smiled. "But I don't want to beat up ditsy co-eds who think my man is hot, so that is where I want to go."
"Better than nothing..." Dib said as they headed out to the dingy karaoke bar.
When they arrived, they took a seat in the corner and picked up a menu and looked around. The menu was simple, sushi, ramen and sake, much of it was made with ingredients bought from the Asian section of the local grocery store. Well at least they didn't settle with the regular stuff, they bought from the Asian food section...Dib thought as he looked at the menu.
"Can I help you?" An irate young man said walking up to the table.
"A bottle of sake and two glasses please. And an order of California rolls, half with tuna half with just vegetables." Tak said simply.
"And for the sir?" The waiter said turning to Dib.
"Ummm... add an egg roll order too?" He said as the waiter turned around and headed to the kitchen, where Dib was sure their order was being made in a microwave.
"Now, let's try the Karaoke. They are going to make the food quickly, but take forever getting it here." Tak said. "I was here once. You had a science conference and I just wandered in out of boredom."
"Oh." Dib said. "Don't you need to be trashed on Sake before you do this?"
"Nope. Helps, I won't lie, but it is kinda fun. You know how you humans sing in the shower? Well this is like that for me." Tak headed up to the machine and picked "Na Na Na" by My Chemical Romance. "Join me! No one is going to care. The Yakuza have better things to worry about than a couple singing badly while waiting on substandard Japanese food."
Dib sighed. She did have a point there. "Okay, just hope you will forgive my bad singing voice."
"That's what this is all about." Tak said as the music began.
"Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs, I don't need it
But I'll sell what you got, take the cash and I'll keep it
Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas, kill them all
And we crawl, And we crawl, And we crawl! you be my detonator" They both sang when all of a sudden the waiter headed up to the machine and pressed the pause button.
"Food's ready. Go get trashed and eat it before it gets worse." He said. "I prefer wide-eyes trashed performing."
"Fine." Tak said as they headed back to the table. "I do better trashed anyway."
"You're a riot Tak." Dib said kissing her on the cheek.
"Oh, I have wanted to see you sing trashed for ages mister!" Tak said as she poured Dib a glass of Sake. "I'm driving tonight. Irkens sober up fast."
"You're on!" Dib said.
"Miyuki, I love you Dib." Tak laughed.
"I love you too Tak. I wouldn't do this with anyone else." Dib said kissing Tak on the cheek. "But don't post this on the internet."
"Oh, I may be a cold hearted tactical warrior alien renegade, but I am not that evil." Tak smiled.
