A/N: Soooo... again, longer chapter. Now don't get too used to it, lol. I have a few bigger archs coming up but the ones in between are a bit smaller. Also, if you have any type of fic that you've been looking for, drop me a line. Because if I can fit it, I'll try. The Girl's Night Out was a popular request from Villain Party. More Hector harassment was also a request. So let me know.
A/N2: This chapter was re-written three times because I could have gone to SOOO many different directions.
next update will be 6/16/19 or sooner.
Masquerade of Mistakes
Drakken cringed as the Synthodrones fell to the ground, goo everywhere. He groaned, his attempt at strengthening their materials wasn't as effective as he'd hoped. One punch from Shego, no claws mind you, and it burst. Shego shrugged at the camera and waved from down in the training room. Drakken spun in his chair and walked over to his work table, so he needed something of a stronger caliber then. Mesh chain-mail was far too heavy and metal woven fabric seemed to not help at all. He looked at the calendar, he needed this problem solved before years end, which wasn't too long away. He heard the door to the lab open and he hit the escape button showing his master prototype and turned to see Carmilla holding a box.
"Alright, one solid batch of Mind Mints, per your request," she said cheerfully as she placed them on his table, "I still think the candies would have been a better option for quick use, most people prefer candy to mints."
"For what I'm going to need them for, mints are perfect, thank you," grinned Drakken as he opened the box to look at them, "These will keep for how long then?"
"Oh, the mints... over a year. The chemicals don't break down once their in a solidified state," said Carmella, sitting on the lab table, "No remember, these are very potent, so don't accidentally eat one. These are made a little different, so if anyone uses them there susceptible to anyone's requests. Make sure your the only one around when whomever has one... eats one. It lasts for three hours because you can't have someone mindless forever."
"This is perfect then. What I need them for wont even take that long," smirked Drakken as he locked the box away, "Still, I need to find a way to make the Synthodrones stronger and more durable before they even are needed, but the pieces to my puzzle is clicking finally. Perhaps light weight metal for their suits... hmm that might work, but for the synthetic skin... that might be tricky."
"I love when you ramble to yourself, I could just listen to it all the time," said Carmella with a sigh, "It's like candy to my ears."
"You mean music," said Drakken with a slight blush.
"No, candy," said Carmella, "Have you taken a break yet today?"
"Uh, no," said Drakken looking at the time, "I suppose I should. What would you like?"
"Something sweet," smirked Carmella as she pulled him into a kiss, Drakken moved to wrap his arms around her, as much as the frequent interruptions could annoy him, he liked the benefits of it.
"Well, see you Sunday," came an agitated voice from Shego, they both broke away and looked to see her looking annoyed in the doorway, "Thought I'd let you know... just didn't seem you two were going for air anytime soon or I would have waited."
"Oh, Sunday!" Carmella jumped off the table and passed Drakken, "Your dress and hat are in your room, I really hope you like them. I went more modern because the original look is far too matronly."
"Right, yes... the costume," said Shego, Drakken saw her eyes flair as she back out of the room, she shot him a look and made a 'Me too' gesture.
"I'm so excited for this party," said Carmella sprinting back towards him, "Aren't you? Have you tried on your costume yet?"
"Ohm, no," said Drakken, he honestly hadn't even been in his room for the passed few days, he should probably sleep actually, "I haven't slept in a few days... so..."
"Well, let's go try it on, then we'll grab something to eat," said Carmella, her hand grabbing his, "I have something to perk you up, but you really should sleep more."
"Yes, so Shego tells me," said Drakken, Carmella's hand gripped tighter but she turned around and smiled at him.
"Maybe I should be here more, then she wouldn't be the only one to make sure your not forgoing sleep or eating," said Carmella, she smirked, "Do you have timers on your Henchman?"
"What?" asked Drakken with a raised brow.
"Timers. I have timers on all of them so they know when and where to be," said Carmella, she clapped her hands excitedly, "It makes life so easy, I promise. You can have one set up to bring you food and one to remind you to get rest... I go on project binges too, that's why I have them. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't... Oh goodness...I haven't told you!"
"Timers seem a bit much, and honestly I like to make my own food," said Drakken, he cringed, "I mean Davis is a pretty good cook. Makes fantastic roasts really."
"I have some good and bad news... you only have one cooking Hencman?" asked Carmella, she looked shocked.
"Well usually if I don't cook or it's not Davis, Shego brings me a sandwich or something, so she doesn't have too and I quote, 'Call your mother and deal with carrying your dead body around like Weekend At Berney's' which actually got pretty elaborate in the discussion," smirked Drakken, "News?"
"Oh, yes! So Henchco made me an offer," said Carmella, her face looking annoyed and then excited, "The heard about what happened on Girl's Night, and... well Shego told you what again?"
"You put people under mind control and locked them in a vault?" asked Drakken, Carmella seemed to be thinking about it for a few minutes and then slowly nodded.
"Yes, that's the way we're telling it," said Carmella, she smiled, "Well... long story but after some conversations with various amounts of companies. Henchco offered me a Product line deal. I sent them a few samples, but soon my little candies will be out of the testing phase and a purchasable product. I'm so excited... I mean I'm going to be super busy, so I'm not sure how much time we'll have. Because my lab isn't exactly right around the corner... I was wondering if maybe you'd come stay with me for a while."
"Really? That's... huh... So there letting people test your products... isn't it a bit dangerous not knowing who and why their testing them?" asked Drakken, he felt a little uneasy remembering the tea and the Mind mints in his lab right now.
"It is... but it's making a name for me, so..." Carmella shrugged, "So, what about my offer. You come stay with me for a few months... spend time in my lair?"
"I have my own work Carmella," said Drakken, his mind ran to the Synthodrones again, and The Plan.
"Can't you take a break?" asked Carmella with a sad expression, she smiled and leaned closer to him, "Spend a little time with your Sweety?"
"Well..." Drakken leaned towards her, "Can't you bring your stuff here... I mean yours is more portable..."
"It would be a while," said Carmella, her arms around Drakken's shoulder's as he leaned towards her.
"I don't have a problem with that. Stay here as long as you want," said Drakken, Carmella grinned and she looked giddy.
"Why Dr. Drakken, are you asking me to move in with you?" asked Carmella, Drakken thought about it, she already did have her own room, and she only left for a day or two.
"I mean... I don't... I guess," Drakken wasn't sure what he was saying, he suddenly felt like he should probably talk to Shego.
"I accept!" Carmella gave him a series of quick kisses and clapped her hands, "This is great! I've never shared lairs before... well apart from Cleopatra, but that was only for a few weeks."
"Me either," said Drakken, he felt uneasy suddenly as she pulled away and tugged him along to try on his costume, "Just in case she ever does stop in, my Mother thinks I'm a radio Doctor, Shego can fill you in on the finer details as she's built that up for me more."
"Does Shego talk to your Mother a lot?" asked Carmella, Drakken saw her lip twitch.
"Define a lot," said Drakken, thinking back to the past few months phone bills.
"She's in my head," groaned Shego as she looked at her coffee cup.
"Candy Queen," said Junior as he sipped his latte in the coffee shop they sat in.
"No, Pandora... well both of them really," sighed Shego, she rolled her eyes, "It's not that it's a big deal, but I would like to know if I'm going to be in the unemployment window soon."
"You honestly think that if the two become partners, you're fired?" asked Junior with a scoff, "Doubtful... Even so, you have a contract, right? Father says those are binding... Even in the art of Villainy."
"It's open ended," said Shego, she rolled her eyes, "Technically he could let me go after the whole Moodulator incident."
"Ehk, don't remind me of that story," Junior cringed, "Can you imagine, that would have been a nightmare."
"Eh," shrugged Shego, she shot a smirk at Junior who raised a brow, she took a deep breath, "You know I'm shocked he hasn't proposed to her or something. He proposed to DNAmy in one day."
"Without a ring?" asked Junior, he looked offended and took Shego's hand, "Shego my love, if a man ever proposed to you and there is not a perfectly cut, one of a kind, 24 carrot ring in his hand. Promise me. You must walk away from him and call me at once. I will whisk you away to make up for the horrible offense... and if it's fake... blast him and I'll help you hide the body."
"I promise," said Shego, she sighed, "Not ever going to happen, but I promise. I still can't believe you're bailing on me this weekend. In my time of need. It's a costume party for fuck's sake. This is your window. Not to mention two days in Paris by myself?"
"Father wants to do a kidnapping thing, who am I to say no to Father," said Junior with a shrug, he looked at his watch, "If you meet any beautiful people tonight that I might like, don't hesitate to send me a picture and rub it in my face."
"Always," smirked Shego as he kissed her on the cheek and left the coffee house, she looked around, "A Weekend in Europe to myself... what to do?"
Make a huge mistake, that's what she did. Shego laid in a hard bed with her eyes closed. She knew it was a bed, since the covers were wrapped around her unclothed frame. She was still in and out of slumber, but her body wasn't listening to her right now. She'd gone out and clearly, had way too much fun. Shego's head hurt as she began to open her eyes, she'd clearly drank way too much. There was some light in the room she was in, but it wasn't her hotel room. Her eyes shot open, she didn't think she'd drank that much, she could hear snoring and a chill ran up her spine. She felt a wave of panic and nausea, her body felt like jello and not in a good way. One weekend in Europe and she'd pulled a one night stand on a drunken night scenario. She hadn't done that in years, How messed up was I last night? It had been a Hencho convention, the alcohol was even watered down. She looked at the figure next to her, it was too dark to see them, she wondered if she should sneak out or wake them up.
She looked around, wherever she was had large ceilings and an actual waterfall in the room. Whoever he was had questionable taste, but looked well to do. Some married rich guy probably. She cringed at the idea and voted to sneak out, she'd worry about yanking information from the fog later. She nearly fell to the floor at the aches in her body, this was new and frightening. She saw her clothes and started pulling them on, her arms even hurt. She felt like she'd been run over by a bus, I'm never drinking anything ever again. As she shoved her boots on, she pulled herself up and took a deep breath and began walking towards the door, she stumbled as she kicked something.
"Shit," muttered Shego as she heard a groan from the man in bed, she picked up whatever she'd hit and went to place it on the dresser, she froze.
She looked at the metal thing in her hand, it was covered in leather and was a strikingly familiar helmet. She dropped and practically sprinted out of the room, her mind was running a mile a minute and her stomach was twisting. She was grateful not to run into anyone as she sprinted out of the building and looked back a the door and felt the full wave of her panic attack hit her and the nausea finally took its hold. Etched clearly on the door was "Dementor Sucks D" that had attempted to be painted over.
Drakken looked around his lair, it was elaborate. Carmella hadn't been joking about wanting to impress with this, he wasn't too horrified, she was paying for it, so let her paint the town... green... yellow... it was her theme. He was just here to help host, and really, Carmella didn't even try and force him to participate like Shego had at the last villain party... It was oddly more stressful. He cringed as he caught sight of himself in the mirror among all the people. The turquoise jacket with its golden shapes and ornaments was very similar to his normal labcoat, except it had tail ends instead of full length. That wasn't the problem, actually he was growing fond of it the more he looked at it. I am supposed to be a prince or something. He shook his head, no it wasn't that, the gold band holding back his hair, or even the gaudy Z belt... no it was the triangles. Reflective blue triangle stickers on his cheeks... he felt stupid, and was having a horrible flashback to the 80s and late 90s.
"They are horrible," came Shego's voice, he spun around and refrained from laughing, "Don't eve start, I wasn't even going to come, but your munchkin girlfriend badgered me."
"The dress is nice," said Drakken, he felt a little warm in his face.
"The dress I like. I was a little concerned about the whole, strapless... not really thing," said Shego indicating to the see-through high collared tops that turned into full sleeves, "The shoes could go and... you know."
"The Witch's hat, yeah," said Drakken, his fixed the tip and made it pointier.
"Why?" asked Shego, she swatted him a way and bent it, "I crashed my broom."
"Carmella says that in the musical she didn't need one," said Drakken, Shego stared, "You're not the only one being badgered about this."
"Yeah, well, you volunteered for the badgering when you started locking lips with her, " said Shego, she groaned, "Here she comes... god that dress is obnoxious."
"Yes it is," mumbled Drakken as Carmella wore a bright pink and sparkly dress with a large crown.
"Shego you look fantastic, this is going to be such a fun night," said Carmella, she booped Drakken's nose, "A perfect way to celebrate our new ventures."
"New ventures?" asked Shego with a raised brow, Drakken's eyes shot open, he'd forgotten to tell Shego since she'd gotten back.
"Why, me moving in, Shego," grinned Carmella, her arms wrapped around Drakken's waist, "Drakken asked me to move in."
"Did he?" asked Shego with wide eyes, they quickly flared to a content smile, "Good for you two."
"Isn't it," said Carmella, she looked around, "We have quite the turn out even."
"Did you invite every villain?" asked Drakken as he looked around at faces he wasn't even familiar with.
"Well, I thought it was wise, since I'm technically selling to Henchco now and that means, these are all potential clients," said Carmella with a shrug, Drakken felt uneasy, "Don't worry, you get all the exclusives... they just get cheap knockoffs."
"Well, that's nice," smirked Drakken, his smirk fell as he saw Cleopatra walk in with her date, "What is Professor Dementor doing here?"
"Oh, Cleopatra brought him, why?" asked Carmella, she looked at the two.
"...I... I gotta go," said Shego, and Drakken watched her sprint from the room holding her stomach, he was torn to check on her, but his anger was greater.
"He is my rival, Carmella, I don't want him in my lair," said Drakken, he glared in the crowd.
"Really? Do you want me to ask him to leave?" asked Carmella, Drakken saw she looked confused for a second but smiled, "If it upsets you, I can make sure he's out, but he is a favorite Henchco buyer."
"Yes, I want him out," said Drakken, his hand clenched, Dementor was touching his stuff and he didn't like it.
"Great party Drakken," said Duff, patting Drakken's arm, a dopey grin on his face as he was dressed with blue paint down his face, "Got to do my Braveheart costume."
"... it's blue paint," sighed Drakken, he looked at Carmella, she shrugged, "Yes, thank you Killigan."
"Although I never thought Shego would throw a party where she'd dress up as a witch," chuckled Duff, "Bit cliché."
"Actually, we're throwing the party," said Carmella, indicating between her and Drakken.
"Oh... Oh!" said Duff, his expression glitched a bit but he smiled at them, "Aren't you supposed to be the guy from Wicked?"
"Yes," said Drakken, Carmella looked pleased, Duff nodded and looked after Shego.
"Shego's the witch, right?" asked Duff, he looked at Carmella and smiled, "I liked Act 2."
"Act 1 was my favorite," said Carmella, Drakken heard an edge to her voice, "If Glinda had focused sooner, Act 2 would have ended very differently. You attend the theater?"
"From time to time," said Duff, drinking his beverage slowly, he had no smile on his face as he glanced at Carmella, "If Glinda had opened her eyes and learned her place..."
"Listen here, you..." Carmella's sweet voice was gone and Drakken raised a brow, he was still focused on other things.
"Carmella," said Drakken as Dementor picked something up.
"I'm going," said Carmella with a sigh, she gave a dark look at Duff.
"What was that?" asked Drakken, glaring at Duff, "We're you trying to pick a fight?"
"I was simply discussing the arts, Drakken," said Duff smugly, he looked at Drakken's outfit and smirked as he walked off into the crowd.
"What is she doing?" asked Drakken as Carmella and Cleopatra seemed to be in a heated discussion now, Drakken sighed and went to get a drink.
"Where's Shego?" asked Carmella, Drakken raised a brow at her voice, she sounded angry.
"I don't know, she sprinted off, probably to the bathroom," said Drakken, "She's been a little off all week... hope she's not getting sick again... at least there's not as many stairs here."
"Or maybe she was afraid her little secret would get spilled," said Carmella, Drakken raised a brow, Carmella's arms were crossed, she looked at him as if on the fence about saying more.
"What secret?" asked Drakken, Shego had a lot of them he had to admit, but which one in particular.
"Cleopatra found out some interesting news. I went to talk to her about Professor Dememntor being here as her date without letting us know... She asked a simple question, really," said Carmella, her voice did a more higher pitched version of Cleopatras, "Why is it such a big deal, Shego's the one sleeping with him? Can't be that much of a problem for him to be my escort."
"Shego would never sleep with Dementor," said Drakken, his hands shook with anger, "She hates him just as much as I do."
"Really, then why did she sneak out of here when she saw him," said Carmella, "He told Cleopatra himself."
"He's just trying to irk me that's all, that's why I don't want him here," said Drakken, he was feeling a wave of emotions; anger, illness, fear, hurt, and... panic.
He played the scene in his head, Shego sprinting out of the room, her unease all week, the glances towards him, the few times she'd seemed like she wanted to tell him something but didn't. What if she is working with him? What if she's planning on leaving? He didn't like the idea of Shego leaving, she was like family to him. He looked over to where Dementor talked with Cleopatra and his stomach twisted, there was no way Shego would do anything with or for that man.
"Why don't you go ask Shego?" said Carmella, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed, "She's been acting weird all week and you know it... I'm going to ask Cleopatra to get rid of him liked you asked me... but I'd ask her, Cleopatra was pretty confident he was telling her the truth."
"I will," said Drakken, his mind swam as he walked to where Shego had run off towards, the kitchen.
"It was a one night stand... I don't even remember it I was so drunk," said Shego, her eyes narrowed, he could tell she was uncomfortable rather than angry, as she threw her frozen yogurt in the trash, "I woke up, felt like a bus physically hit me and then ran home. So no, I'm not secretly working for him or anything. How could you think that?"
"I didn't think that," said Drakken quickly, "What did you drink?"
"I don't know," sighed Shego, her eyes were looking at him, "Carmella suggested I was working for him didn't she? You know she... never mind. I'm sure everyone knows and are spreading gossip, you can think whatever you want."
"I don't even know why I asked," said Drakken, he blocked Shego from walking through the doorway, "I'm sorry to even let someone put the idea in my head... Do you want me to have his brakes cut?"
"... No," said Shego, Drakken saw her eyes shift and she opened her mouth but closed it as she looked through the door, she turned and headed down the hall towards her room.
"Well?" asked Carmella, Drakken jumped and looked at her.
"Tell Cleopatra to cool her gossip, would you," said Drakken with a sigh, he felt angry as he looked at Carmella, "As I said, Shego hates him just as much as I do. I can't believe you made me doubt her."
"So it was a lie then," said Carmella, she glared back at the party, "We should cut his breaks... you know this is just another problem for villainess' when it comes to social games. Villains trying to tear down other's by spreading rumors. Thank goodness you don't do such things... I should go apologize to Shego."
"She's upset right now, I'd wait," said Drakken quickly, Carmella nodded, "I know you don't know Shego as well as I do, but know she is not like your friend Cleopatra."
"I know... wait, are you mad at me?" asked Carmella with wide eyes, she looked shocked, "All I was doing was trying to make sure you're not being blind sided."
"You made me doubt a person I...," said Drakken, he gulped as he said it...he sighed, "I don't want to argue tonight, Carmella. Just know that Shego is very important to taking over the world. She's a skilled mercenary and the woman's a ninja. You've seen. Me questioning her like that could have easily made her tear up her contract."
"If she does, we can find other's," said Carmella, she raised a brow, "I like Shego, I feel like we've been making progress, but if she chose not to work here because of a simple and VERY important question... she's replaceable."
"I've been through a lot of assistants," said Drakken with a sharp look, "It's not that easy. Her title is my Side-Kick for a reason."
"Assistants... Side kicks?" Carmella shook her head and then smirked, "You're right, let's not argue... let's have fun.. Fieyro."
"What... oh," said Drakken as Carmella yanked him into her room, "Don't we have a party happening right now?"
"Please, they think it's Shego's party right now, let them," Drakken saw the dark look on her face and smirked, it had been bothering her all night.
"Sore spot?" chuckled Drakken, his chuckle was cut short as cotton candy flavored lips hit his, "New lip-gloss?"
"Made it myself," smirked Carmella as she tossed off her dramatic crown and yanked him back into a kiss, "You know...now that I'm moving in... we could do away with the separate bedrooms."
"That's a little presumptuous, maybe I don't want to share a room with you Dr. Sweets," smirked Drakken as kissed down her neck.
"Well, sharing a room with me has a lot of perks... like this... and a few other things we've yet to take advantage of?" she chuckled, Drakken felt her hands messing with the belt around his jacket, "Yet."
"Last time we did this you maimed me," laughed Drakken as he bit at her lip.
"I left my mark on your neck, there's a difference," said Carmella with a deep kiss, "Besides, I'm sick of nibbles, I'd like the whole cake."
"The party..." began Drakken as Carmella's hands drifted south and she kissed him, "There are people."
"So?" said Carmella, she laughed, "If you're worried about the lair... we can get a different one... or redecorate mine. No one knows where my lair is... besides we have to restaff anyways."
"I like my Henchman... your zipper is stuck," said Drakken as his hand attempted the back of her obnoxious dress.
"We'll blend them," said Carmella as played with the zipper, "You wont have to worry about any assistants either, because I have seven."
"I have my own," said Drakken, his hand had slid up her thigh but he suddenly felt uneasy, "I have Shego, remember."
"For now," said Carmella shoving him back and kissing him, Drakken's brows narrowed and he sat up, "What?"
"What do you mean, for now?" asked Drakken, he took the moment in, when had lost his jacket?
"Well, once we blend lairs... I have very capable Henchman... She'd get bored not having anything to do and there would be no reason. No offense, but my Henchman aren't as expensive either," said Carmella, she looked frustrated, "Are we seriously discussing this now? I had other ideas about what we were doing in this room tonight."
"I'm willing to compromise on Henchman, but Shego is my side-kick and I'm not going to settle for one of your Henchman. I don't even know them," said Drakken, the idea of it felt a whole never level of uncomfortable, he actually squirmed.
"My Henchman are capable, quick, and they don't act like they have a say in YOUR plans," said Carmella, Drakken saw the annoyance on her face, it was clear.
"I like having input from other's... Shego's little comments, though a little crude sometimes, held me sort a lot out... and she's right more often then not... I'm not telling her that," said Drakken defensively.
"You'll have me there for input," said Carmella with a soft smile, "Who better than another Mad Scientist to help you sort it out... Shego's intelligent, but she's not a scientist... Unless you prefer her over me?"
"You want me to choose between you and Shego?" asked Drakken, Carmella nodded.
Drakken stared at the woman sitting next to him, her flavored lip still on his tongue, sweet like candy. There was a wave of panic at the idea she'd tricked him with this make-out session to slip him something. His shoulder's slumped as that flew through his mind. "Do you trust me or here more?" Shego's voice rang through his head from weeks ago, when she'd come home tipsy and had asked him that question. He remembered that look in her eyes, it was the same as Carmella's now. Everything about this woman made him on edge in both good and bad ways. She was clever, evil, sweet, charming, beautiful, and a mad scientist like him. She was what he imagined his perfect woman might be. Drakken looked at her hands in his and nodded to himself, and he thought about Shego... this was the easiest choice in the world.
Shego sat on the roof of the lair, the witch's hat still smoking next to her. She'd burned it the moment she'd come out here, it had been the only thing that really defined her 'character' she was playing. She'd burn the whole thing, if the dress wasn't so nice. She sighed and looked at the sky, her mind was a mess right now, trying to piece together what to do next. She wasn't stupid, she knew it was only a matter of time before she officially lost her status in the lair, what with Carmella now moving in, there was no escaping it. She'd already gotten into her head, and she was wheedling into Drakken's by the minute. To be honest, she knew Drakken well enough, he'd propose like an idiot. It had only taken one day for DNAmy, so this last month and half was actually very slow for him. She could easily turn the tables and destroy this little relationship, but what was the point? Drakken brooding and miserable, a new psychotic enemy, it wasn't worth the hassle... You want him to be happy? She snorted and rolled her eyes at the very thought.
"Okay, yeah right," said Shego, she wondered how many Mercenary jobs were on the table if she went back to that.
She looked around the lair, she'd grown used to having somewhere to return to at the end of the day. She groaned, looked like the Villain Inn again. She thought though, she'd saved enough while living and working fro Drakken to take a nice long vacation and get a lair of her own. When all you had to do was purchase whatever you wanted, with free food, room, and expenses, you had a lot extra laying around. She snorted.
"Oh god, I am a gold digger," laughed Shego at her own joke.
"She finally admits it," came the amused and somber voice of Drakken, Shego spun around and looked at him, "We need a balcony at the next lair, this roof climbing is ridiculous."
"What are you doing up here?" asked Shego, she smirked as the moonlight showed those stupid glitter triangles on his face, "Taking a break from the Glinda?"
"Yeah," said Drakken as he sat a few feet from her, "Indefinitely."
"What?" asked Shego, her eyes shot open, "She dumped you?"
"Sure," said Drakken as he laid down and looked up at the sky.
"Wait... you dumped her?" asked Shego, looking at him in shock, "You dumped her? Great, so when's your death?"
"No idea," said Drakken, he looked at his watch, "Today... next week... her vengeance could go on for decades even."
"So, what happened?" asked Shego after a long quite moment.
"What happened? Hmm. We have different views on what we want in the future," said Drakken, Shego looked at his face, his eyes were fixed on the stars, he looked at Shego, "I'm sure you've been there."
"I take it she wants a picket fence, ranch style, with no mote filled with deadly sharks?" asked Shego with a smirk, Drakken sighed.
"The No laser shark was the final straw," said Drakken and Shego snorted as she laid down as well, "Guess it's just you, I, and the Henchman again."
"Here I was up here thinking how long until you proposed and she tried to get rid of me," said Shego, Drakken didn't respond, and she looked over at him, only for his eyes to meet hers, "Oh god, you were going to propose, weren't you?"
"Well I'm not now," said Drakken with a scoff, "Clearly."
"I knew it," said Shego as she shook her head and looked at the sky again, "A shark with a laser on it's head changed your mind from a proposal to ending it in one evening?"
"Well, sometimes, other things are far more important," said Drakken, Shego glanced at him, his eyes looked away from her, "Besides, two women controlling my life is just too much, your quite enough to handle."
"What about all the physical benefits?" asked Shego, she felt her skin crawl as she said it.
"I can get physical benefits from you," said Drakken, Shego snapped her head to look at him with wide eyes, he was still looking up, "Someone has to protect me from getting my ass kicked by Kim Possible, remember?"
"Oh... yeah," Shego's shock fell into a smirk, it was silent, "You were going to propose to her at the party?"
"No, after the musical," said Drakken, Shego raised a brow and rolled over to look at him, he was holding something in his hand, "She's obsessed with Wicked, remember, so I got us tickets... do you want to go?"
"On your proposal date to a musical?" asked Shego, she smirked, Carmella would die at the idea, "Yes!"
"Well then, let's kick out our guests and get going," said Drakken as he sat up, "Looks like Feiyro and Elphaba are headed to the Emerald City."
"Stop... if you're going to make references all night, no..." said Shego, Drakken shrugged, "Have you even seen it?"
"Nope," said Drakken, he looked at Shego she shrugged, "Well, this ought to be interesting. You want to kick everyone out or shall I?"
"It was your party," said Shego as they got up and headed to the hatch.
"Please, everybody thought it was our party," smirked Drakken, "Do you know how irritated Carmella was."
"Really," smirked Shego, Drakken laughed, "Hey Dr. D?"
"Yeah?" asked Drakken as Shego cut in front of him.
"So are you going to return the ring or..." Shego casually mentioned.
"You want the ring?" yelled Drakken, "You want an engagement ring that was intended for someone else?"
"I was simply asking... sometimes they wont take it back, wouldn't want it to go to waste," said Shego innocently, Drakken stared at her.
"Fine, here," said Drakken handing her the ring from his pocket, "I'm playing Kanye the whole way there, just so you know."
"This is nice," said Shego, she smirked, "Are those emeralds?"
"Don't get too excited, there fake," said Drakken.
"God, your so cheap," scoffed Shego, she smirked to herself, "Is it too soon to steal some of her stuff?"
"Shego, the women and I just broke up," said Drakken, giving her a serious look, Shego gave him a devious grin and mimicked Carmella's nose boop.
"Boop," said Shego, her grin spread as Drakken also got a mischievous look on his face.
"If we hurry we can beat her back to her lair," smirked Drakken, the two raced down the stairs.
The two walked down the city streets after the Musical, Drakken looked at Shego, who he noticed tended to flurry her long skirt from time to time, he smirked. It was a relief they were not the only ones dressed up for the festivities and Shego had relished in complements on her dress. He was lost in thoughts about the Musical and the irony of how they were dressed. No wonder she favored Act 1. Carmella had picked out the costumes but had kept making it clear she didn't like Act 2, and now he wondered how much venom had actually been in her voice when she'd made a crack about Glinda not being pro-active. Drakken smirked, Carmella was a deranged and dangerously unstable woman, it was party of what he'd liked about her. Drakken glanced at Shego and snorted, I have a death wish, I guess.
"So, how much did that dress cost?" asked Drakken as Shego looked at the Emerald ring over the laced hands.
"Why? You didn't pay for it," said Shego, she looked in deep thought as if she wasn't sure of her own statement."
"Shocker," said Drakken, clutching his chest dramatically, "I didn't pay for something for you?"
"You act like you pay for everything I buy," said Shego with wide eyes, "I am an independent woman, I pay for my own things."
"When?" asked Drakken, crossing his arms as they stopped at a crosswalk.
"Well, you didn't pay for lunch at the Cafe in Pairs this weekend, and it was costly," snapped Shego.
"That's because Junior paid," said Drakken as they resumed walking.
"How do you know?" asked Shego, but the edge to her movements proved him right and he smirked.
"Because the Seniors toss their money around like used tissues," said Drakken with an eyeroll, "They probably use it as toilet paper."
"They do not!" snapped Shego, her arms crossed.
"Call Junior and ask him.. I'll wait.. let's find out," said Drakken as they stopped near some late night food stands, "You hungry?"
"I will not... are you paying?" asked Shego, Drakken looked upwards and snorted, Shego glared.
"Point proven," said Drakken, smugly, he almost laughed at the look on Shego's face, until she glared.
"Fine, I'll buy us hot dogs, right now," said Shego, indicating to a stand, she stared, "Churos."
"Fine. I'll take a Churo," said Drakken smugly, he crossed his arms as Shego shot him a look, "Bluffing?"
"No, just... two Churo's please... can you hold my skirt, my money's in my boot," said Shego, handing him fabric.
"Sure," said Drakken, he was feeling a little smug, but as he looked at the scene and the man holding the Churo's, he suddenly felt a wave of unease.
The man was looking between the two of them and to where Shego was digging in the side panel of her boot. He felt like time was moving slowly and he gulped. He felt a weird itch in his head and the man gave him a cocky smirk and a thumbs up. Drakken glared and dropped the edge of Shego's dress and pulled out his wallet before she even registered what was happening. He handed the man the cash and snatched the Churos. He smirked to himself as he shot the guy a scathing look. He didn't know exactly what they guy had been thinking, but he hadn't liked the implications of whatever it was. His attitude dropped at the smug look on Shego's face, he sighed.
"You like paying," scoffed Shego, she snatched her Churo, "God, do you get off on it?"
"No, you were taking far too long," said Drakken sharply, Shego snorted, "You were."
"In what world. I unzipped my boot, grabbed my card, and you'd already paid," said Shego holding the card as they walked away.
"That's mine, I've been looking for it," said Drakken, grabbing it, he raised a brow, "You played me."
"Or I forgot mine at home because clearly," she indicated to their costumes, "I was not prepared to leave the lair this evening."
"True," said Drakken as he bit his food, he paused, "Did you call the lair, home?"
"No," said Shego in mid-chew, she looked in deep thought, "No."
"Okay," said Drakken, he smirked as he ate, they flopped on a bench.
It was silent as they watched their surroundings. Drakken finally let the evening come to a close in his head, less than a day ago he'd been intending a very different end to this evening. He was certain eating Churo's, sitting on a bench, and wearing ridiculous attire was not how it would have ended. He glanced at Shego as she picked at her Churo with a furrowed brow and slowly chewed... He shrugged, it could be worse. She glanced at him, something must have looked off on his face because she raised a brow then sighed.
"Thinking about Sweets?" asked Shego, she looked towards where the Hover Car was hidden, "We could still return the stuff and you can wooo her back... I won't help you serenade but I'll make lights."
"No, I'm pretty confident in my choice," said Drakken, he realized he was looking at Shego too long and changed the subject, "Why, you want me to drop you off at Dementors?"
"Uhg, for another unsatisfied night, now thanks," Shego made a movement like her skin crawled, "No."
"I thought you didn't remember?" asked Drakken with a raised brow, Shego looked him in the eyes.
"That's how I know it was an unsatisfactory night," said Shego, Drakken smirked, but her expression changed, "I want to say I'm sorry things didn't work out with you and the Queen of Candy Land, but..."
"I understand," said Drakken, he looked at their attire, "Are we going to talk about this."
"Let's not, or we'll end up talking about the irony of the whole thing... like the night of their engagement, he chose Elphaba over Glinda and ditched their party... which is SO unrealistic. No man chooses a sure thing over a maybe," said Shego as they began heading towards the Hover Car.
"He clearly valued one relationship over the other," said Drakken, he shook his head.
"There was NO guarantee Elphaba might have been into him," snorted Shego as they entered the deserted park, "Are you telling me that if Carmella had asked you between having a wild night with her or sitting here with me, you would have chosen me? I doubt it."
"...no," said Drakken, he swallowed hard, then made a scoff, "Definitely not."
"See," said Shego, she slowed her walk and smirked, "I mean, they did end up having sex in a forest... so it worked out."
"They made out," said Drakken with a raised brow.
"No, they had sex," said Shego with a scoff, she rolled her eyes, "They had hot steamy sex in a forest, that's why it cut away to a different scene. Because it was no longer PG-13, Doc."
"How very nice," scoffed Drakken, indicating to the patch of ground through the trees they were walking through to get to the Hover Car, "Would you have sex there?"
"Are you asking me?" asked Shego with a raised brow, a dark glint in her eye, "You want to fully embrace the irony of this whole evening? Should we sing too?"
"No... that is.. no," Drakken felt suddenly flustered, and he didn't want to imagine that right now, he cleared his throat, "I just don't think it would be that good, that's all."
"With me or the forest?" asked Shego, getting close to him, her smirk unwavering, "Because I know one of them wouldn't disappoint."
"S-Shego," Drakken backed into a tree as she moved closer to him, he furrowed his brow, "Can you not..."
"Can I not, what?" asked Shego, she was very close to him now, her hand touched his face, not looking away from his eyes.
"Not..." Drakken wasn't sure where this was going and he was suddenly on the verge of his second mental breakdown of the night, and he felt his stomach twist, he waited for the end of the joke, but suddenly he felt a sharp swift pain on his face and a ripping sound, "AH! What the.. Shego!"
"These were bothering me, all night," said Shego as she held up the reflective triangle stickers, "I couldn't even continue our little gag right now... where did she even get these."
"A little warning would have been nice," said Drakken, rubbing his cheek, Shego moved towards the other one, "I'll get it myself."
"Come on let's go home... to the lair," said Shego as she hoped into the Hover Car, "To the lair."
"I heard that," muttered Drakken as he hopped in, another ripping sound, "OW! Can you not!"
"Just drive, it's starting to snow," said Shego with a cocky edge to her voice.
Deck the Halls →
And So ends the rein of Dramilla… sorry guys.
