Alternate tale for RTD
Entangled Thoughts
"Web"
After Mad Dogs and Aliens
Shego spun the drink glass and sighed. She though it was a sigh, it may have actually been a whine at this point. Her mind still replaying the prior weeks situation. The image of Drakken limping away from her after his alien friend turned on him... the cold look he'd given her when he'd asked her to go... the guttural stabbing pain as she'd looked at Drakken's smug expression as he praised his new side-kick.
She didn't care. She shouldn't care... It was only a job.
No it wasn't...
She let out another shaky whine and shoved them empty glass as she grabbed her dead phone. It had died after the dozen drunk calls she'd made to her former employer... friend? She felt like everything stopped making sense. She had realized the night she'd arrived at the Villain's Inn... that she had made a mistake... leaving Drakken in prison... letting... letting jealousy take over her rational thoughts.
It had cost her job, her residence... her friend.
She glared at her empty glass and watched vaguely as the bartender grabbed it.
"GeeGee," she slurred and the bartender sighed.
Shego knew it was close to her name but she didn't have the mental energy to actually look at a name-tag.
"Yes?" was the response, "Another?"
Shego nodded but continued.
She watched the last months weave in her thoughts, strings interlining of emotions, lies, deception, and hurt. It was something she should dismiss... would have without regard of anyone... instead she analyzed why she cared at all. She had other friends... there were plenty of opportunities in villainy... she had enough money to be her own villain.
She didn't drown her sorrows in drinks and even let sorrow exist.
Yet... here she was... doing just that.
Her emotions kept weaving with strings of thoughts and memories... Times they had laughed, joked, argued... why couldn't she dismiss them. The web woven memories all circled Drakken's cold look over his shoulder... and she could see the red tint in them now... she didn't know if it was the memory or her mind imagining it... but she could see pain behind the cold gaze now... hurt... loneliness... betrayal.
The glass was placed in front of her as she gripped her dead phone and fought the bubbling of emotions as she felt the mental web of memories engulf her.
She slid a nail over the buttons as if willing it to life. Her attention switched as a phone was placed in front of her. She glanced up at the bartender as she took it. She had said nothing and simply vanished to the other side of the bar where other patrons drank and drowned their own emotions. Shego looked at the phone and flipped it open and dialed a number she'd long sense memorized by heart... something she hadn't known until that moment. She listen to the ringing and waited to hear his voice... hoping another number might do the trick.
"Hello?" came the familiar gruff voice of Drakken, "Who is this... do you know what time it is-"
"I'm sorry," she breathed.
There was silence for so long she thought he'd hung up on her. Then he heard an intake of breath before hearing Drakken sigh.
"Do you need me to come get you?" he asked quietly.
"... yes," she swallowed hard.
She hoped he wasn't about to make a crack about prison or not getting him... a well placed and timed retort she would admit... She waited... waited for anything as more strings and threads weaved... imagining now a cocky retort and the phone to go dead... Her hand squeezed the phone harder and harder.
"Where are you?" she could hear the sound of him getting out of bed.
As she heard this the strings began to fall away and unweave. Her stomach less twisted as the sounds of him grumbling and muttering to come get her was the metaphorical broom she'd needed to start clearing the growing cobwebs in her head. They wouldn't completely go until he arrived two hours later and still wearing his pajama pants under his lab coat... and whining the whole way back to the slowly reconstructing lair... but she would take it.
*Lets Shine some light on these emotions*