Hey guys, I'm back with another long chapter! This one was by far the most fun for me to write and you'll see why soon ;) enjoy!

Edit: I changed some of the inner dialogue Gaz has about Jati and just some grammar stuff

Gaz sat in the living room playing her GameSlave in silence. She had already gotten ready for going out with Zim, wearing ripped jeans and a purple off the shoulder crop top. Gaz had also done her makeup more intensely since she wasn't sure how nice the party was going to be.

As Gaz played her game, her hands began to feel sweaty and her knee began bouncing anxiously. It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a date. Right? Gaz thought to herself as she vigorously smashed buttons.

"Hey, Gaz." Dib greeted, causing Gaz to jump in surprise and lose the level.

"Ah! Fuck, Dib! Now I have to start all over!" Gaz yelled, glaring up at her annoying brother.

"Wait, why are you dressed like that?" Dib asked, eyeing Gaz's outfit.

"What are you talking about? Am I not allowed to wear this?"

"You're dressed like you're going to a party. Is Keef throwing one tonight or something?" Dib asked. Gaz looked around anxiously before nodding.

"Yup. That's exactly it. Now leave me alone."

"Well, do you mind if I tag along? It might be an opportunity for me to talk to Amelia again." Dib's eyes sparkled as he said this.

"Er… um… no because… it's a kickback. Only specific people are invited so you can't go."

"Well, I'm your brother and Keef knows me, so I feel like it wouldn't be that weird for me to come."

"Well wouldn't it be rude to go to a party you weren't invited to, Dib? Do you want to be rude? Didn't dad teach us that being rude is wrong? Are you trying to disappoint dad, Dib? Huh?" Gaz asked threateningly, her tone growing louder as she spoke.

"Um… no?"

"Good, now kindly fuck off so I can play my game in peace." Gaz growled, starting up her game again. Dib sighed and sulked back to his room. Gaz breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that if he found out where she was really going, Dib would have a heart attack. As she thought of this, Gaz suddenly had a realization. If Zim rings the doorbell, Dib would discover the truth!

Gaz got up and ran over to the door. As she swung it open, she suddenly found herself inches away from the familiar green alien. They both froze in terror. Gaz couldn't even see Zim's full face due to how close they were in proximity.

"Uh… didn't even ring the doorbell yet." Zim awkwardly pointed out. Gaz could feel his warm breath on her face as he spoke. Gaz suddenly backed away, a small blush forming on her cheeks from their closeness. As she backed up, Zim began eyeing her up and down, admiring her figure. Gaz subtly checked Zim out too. He was wearing his disguise, but wore a simple black t-shirt and grey jeans. Gaz and Zim suddenly made eye contact causing the pair to chuckle awkwardly.

"Your clothing looks-" Zim started.

"You also look-" Gaz interrupted before stopping herself, "I um… we should go." Gaz said quickly, leading a now confused Zim to her backyard where the ship was being kept. She approached the camouflaged ship and pressed a keypad on the windshield to uncloak it. Gaz then opened the glass windshield for the pair to step inside. Zim climbed in first to sit on the passenger side, much to Gaz's surprise.

"Wait, you're actually going to let me fly it?" Gaz asked, starting up the ship.

"Eh?" Zim's attention snapped.

"Well usually, you're all like, you could never be a better pilot than someone as amazing as me! Or something." Gaz remarked, doing an overexaggerated Zim impression.

"You dare mimic Zim? I sound nothing like that! Besides, I'm clearly testing you and your flying abilities." Zim replied stubbornly.

"Zim, you and I both know I'm a better pilot than you."

"Lies! Besides, Gir forced me to watch three hours of that terrible Floopsy show so now I'm too tired to fly." Zim dismissed, waving his hand in the air casually. Gaz knew he was lying and smirked, causing the alien to raise an eyebrow before the ship took off, shooting the two into space.

Once outside of Earth's orbit, Gaz turned to Zim, "We can't get there if I don't know where we're going."

"Oh, so now you need Zim's help? I thought you were a better pilot than me." Zim teased, taking off his disguise to reveal his ruby-red eyes and antenna. Gaz glared at him. Zim sighed, "Very well. I will direct you. If you press that screen over there it should pull up a map."

Gaz pressed on the screen and sure enough a 3D map displaying thousands of planets appeared in front of them. Gaz's eyes sparkled in awe as she pressed her finger to each planet, which pulled up a directory of the planet's name, atmosphere levels, and other various bits of information. Zim casually scooted closer to Gaz, surprising her when his arm reached around her to type something in Irken into the monitor. Gaz still couldn't read Zim's language, but assumed it was for the planet they were flying to.

Sure enough, an arrow appeared on the map, guiding Gaz to their destination. Using the warp-speed button, Gaz launched the ship forward getting them there quickly. Zim already knew she was a competent pilot, but was still impressed that she even knew how to do that.

"You can land the ship anywhere." Zim mentioned as their ship approached the newfound planet. Gaz lowered the ship onto the planet's surface which looked like an enormous neon city. The buildings and streets were dark, but flashes of purple, blue, and green light escaped the windows. Gaz could also feel a deep bass that seemed to originate from the planet's core.

"Is this planet… like one giant club?"

"You could call it that." Zim replied, hopping out of the ship after Gaz.

"So how did you find this place?"

"I came here once with an old friend. Apparently all of the parties are self contained so each building is something different." Zim explained as they walked down a dark street where various aliens roamed to find the next party. Suddenly, a drunk alien couple dressed in neon clothing stumbled out of a nearby building, bumping into Gaz.

"Hey, watch it!" Zim warned, moving them off of Gaz who nearly fell under their weight.

"Eyyyy! You're… Irken. Look honey, it's a Irk-ennn." One of the aliens slurred, pointing haphazardly at Zim who looked confused.

"Oh, yeah. You blew up our planet! Boom!" The other alien replied, sounding just as fucked up as she made explosion noises.

"Hey pal, I hope your planet gets destroyed too. Then you'll see *hick* what it's like to- to…" The drunk alien trailed off before violently vomiting onto the street. Zim and Gaz exchanged uncomfortable looks before hurrying away.

"What was that all about? You blew up their planet?" Gaz asked, concerned.

"Of course not, they were just confused. Their planet was probably in the way of the Irken Armada."

"Oh, cool." Gaz replied, losing interest. Her response seemed to surprise Zim.

"I keep forgetting you are nothing like Dib." Zim remarked, remembering how Gaz didn't give two shits about global domination of any kind.

"Yeah. His obsession with saving Earth gets really old sometimes."

"It's like his life serves no other purpose. Maybe it's because of that unnaturally large head of his."

"Pfft! Oh yeah! Definitely. I've always wondered if it would give him superpowers or like make him really smart or something, but no."

"Ha! Imagine Dib being smart!" Zim laughed. Gaz joined him, wiping tears from the sides of her eyes. After a moment of laughter, the pair found themselves in front of a stairwell that most-likely led to an underground party. Leaning on the railing was a bouncer who was watching them intently.

"No Irkens allowed." The bouncer suddenly said, blocking Zim from entry after Gaz made her way down the stairs.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Zim demanded angrily.

"You heard me. We don't want your kind here. Hell, your kind isn't welcome to any party on this planet. Leave now before you get your ass kicked."

"How dare you threaten Zim! You're so full of shit. Irkens have always been welcome here!" Zim seethed. Gaz climbed up the stairs and stood next to Zim, sending the bouncer a look that could scare a ghost.

"What's the problem?" Gaz asked dangerously, sending chills down the bouncer's spine.

"I- uh- look, I'm just explaining to your friend here that ever since the Irken Armada broke the peace treaty with our quadrant, Ikens are no longer welcome here. Look, I'm doing you guys a favor, if someone else had caught you, you'd be killed." The bouncer explained.

"Well what if he wore a disguise?" Gaz asked, causing both the bouncer and Zim to look confused.

"Gaz, what-"

"Shh!" Gaz shushed Zim, waiting for the bouncer to answer.

"I mean, I guess. But it better be pretty convincing because we bouncers are incredibly skilled at pointing out the enemy."

Gaz turned to Zim and pointed at her eyes and hair. Zim stared at her in confusion for a long moment before Gaz sighed.

"Your human disguise Zim. Jesus!"

"Oh!" Zim quickly turned around to put on his contacts and wig before facing the bouncer again, smiling nervously. The bouncer stared at him in silence for a moment before stroking his chin in thought.

"Wait, where'd your Irken friend go?" He asked. Gaz thought he was being sarcastic.

"It's me!" Zim exclaimed, pulling out one of his contacts.

"Oh my god! Holy shit! That's really you?! What an incredible disguise! You could probably get into any party here with that on." The bouncer said in amazement. Gaz, realizing the bouncer was being serious, slapped her forehead. Is everyone in the universe an idiot?

"Excellent, shall we go in, Gaz?" Zim asked, popping in his contact and holding out his arm for her to take. Gaz rolled her eyes and walked past Zim, going down the stairs to the party on her own. She needed to maintain some boundaries with him if she wanted to keep this non-date... a non-date.

The pair entered the party and were immediately greeted by loud music and sweaty alien bodies dancing to the beat of the song playing. As they pushed their way in, Gaz instinctively found herself grabbing onto Zim's hand as she led them through the crowd to the center of the dance floor. Zim didn't seem to mind as he found himself clutching onto her when a hoard of aliens almost separated them. Once they found a good spot, the pair stared at each other, unsure what to do next.

Suddenly a really good EDM song came on and people began pushing into Gaz and Zim who were thrust together in a matter of seconds. Gaz felt embarrassed for a moment, but that feeling immediately went away when she looked up at Zim who was focused on something above the crowd, bobbing his head to the music.

"All of the DJ's are robots!" Zim yelled down to Gaz.

"Cool!" She yelled back before wondering if the robots looked anything like Gir. She craned her neck to see, but was much shorter than most of the aliens there.

"Here." Zim said, noticing Gaz was struggling to see. He had crouched down which confused Gaz, "Get on my shoulders." He instructed. Gaz hesitated, but shrugged and, with the help of Zim, climbed up. Now she could see the whole room. Gaz could also see that she wasn't the only person on someone else's shoulders.

"Hi!" yelled a female alien who was on the shoulders of someone nearby. Gaz gave an awkward wave before focusing on the DJ stand which was manned by a robot that looked slightly like Gir, but had neon lights displayed all over its body. It was also much taller than Gir and had six arms which allowed it to create way more interesting sounds with the mixer. Gaz felt a smile grow on her face. This was the coolest thing she had ever seen. The room they were in was enormous and filled with flashing lights, smoke, and aliens dressed in crazy outfits. It felt like a rave from Earth on steroids.

After a few minutes of admiration, Gaz felt the urge to start dancing, so she tapped on Zim's forehead, signaling for him to put her down. He obliged and lowered her to the ground. Almost instantly Gaz began moving her body to the music. Zim did the same, but found himself glancing every now and then down at Gaz who looked stunning under all of the colorful lighting.

As Gaz danced, she suddenly felt someone tug at her waist, pushing themselves against her to start grinding. Her heart skipped a beat when she thought it was Zim, but realized Zim was a few feet away, still focused on the DJ. Gaz turned her head slightly to see an alien boy behind her. She quickly ripped herself away to face the alien. He was pretty attractive and oddly similar looking to a human. The alien smirked as he saw Gaz's face, exposing a set of razor sharp teeth.

"First time?" He asked, leaning forward next to her ear so she could hear him.

"Excuse me?" She asked angrily, unsure what he meant by that?

"First time dancing with somebody." He clarified. Gaz shook her head.

"Of course not. I'm not twelve."

"Then what's wrong?" He asked. Gaz could feel his smirk against her cheek, sending a chill down her spine.

"I just thought you were someone else. That's all." Gaz replied.

"I don't think I've ever seen anything like you around here before. What are you?"

"Human." Gaz replied bluntly.

"Ooh. Never heard of it. I like it though, are all humans this… voluptuous?" The alien asked hungrily, taking a set back to eye her up and down.

"Um…"

"I'm Jati." He said suddenly.

"Gaz."

"Can I get you a drink?" He asked, causing Gaz to perk up.

"Um… sure." She knew she needed to loosen up a little, but was definitely going to be more careful this time around so as not to repeat what happened at Keef's.

Jati led Gaz through the crowd to a modern looking bar with all kinds of strange glowing liquids in glass bottles.

"Two dexities please." Jati said to a bartender who began making the foreign drink. Gaz wondered how alien alcohol compared to the kind on Earth. Was it stronger?

"Here." Jati said, handing Gaz a pink glowing drink. She took a small sip, curious of the flavor. It was sweet and a little sour, almost like tasting liquified candy. Gaz downed it in one gulp, ignoring the overly sweet flavor and hoping it would be enough to loosen her up. Almost instantly, Gaz felt it kick in. Her body felt heavier and her vision became slower. It felt good.

Jati tapped on her shoulder, having also finished his drink, before grabbing Gaz's hand and leading her back into the crowd.

"Can we continue?" He asked in a seductive tone, spinning her around to grab her hips before waiting for her response. Gaz felt her breathing increase as she tried to suppress any fear she had about the situation.

They grinded for a while, Jati leading as he helped guide her hips in a circular motion as his groin rubbed against her. Gaz felt him push her down so she was leaning towards the ground while her ass was pressed against him. It looked like a sex position and Gaz wasn't nearly drunk enough to be comfortable with that. She resisted his grip and stood back up, but still was faced away from him.

Jati took this as an invitation to continue as she felt his hands snake up her stomach. One hand grabbed her breast and curiously massaged it while the other pushed back her hair so he could kiss her neck from behind. Gaz gasped and yanked away to face a cocky alien who thought he was in the right.

"Don't touch me." Gaz said in a dark tone.

"What we're having fun aren't we? Come on we've come this far, don't stop now!" As Jati said this Gaz remembered that night with Jake. He said something very similar to her when she hesitated sleeping with him. Gaz was tired of quieting her own thoughts and feelings to make excuses for slimy assholes, like this guy, who just viewed her as an easy lay. Gaz wanted to dance and have fun on her own terms so why the hell was she giving this guy the time of day? As she realized this, she felt anger rise in her chest.

"What's the problem? I bought you a drink didn't I?" Jati continued to push, caressing her arm.

"You buying me a drink doesn't mean I owe you shit." Gaz remarked, spitting on the ground and causing Jati's eyes to narrow.

"Oh really? Then why'd you come here alone? Don't tell me you're not just here for a good time."

"I didn't come here alone. I came with my boyfriend." Gaz found herself saying, hoping to scare this guy off. Internally, however, she was slapping herself for telling such an obvious lie.

"Bullshit. Why'd he let you dance with me then? He must be a shitty boyfriend if he's not protecting his girl like he's supposed to." Jati implied, grabbing hold of Gaz's waist again. She turned around, and without a moment of hesitation, slapped him before quickly disappearing into the crowd.

"Fucking slut." Jati growled as he put a hand to his stinging cheek, watching Gaz leave before he suddenly caught a glimpse of her in the distance, embracing another alien. He eyed Gaz's "boyfriend" for a moment as if trying to remember something before it came to him.

"Her boyfriend sure looks like an Irken…" Jati said to himself as he smirked.

Gaz had finally found Zim in the crowd and reached for him before being taken by a wave of bodies.

"Where the hell did you go?" He asked before Gaz suddenly fell into him, catching him off guard.

"Can we go somewhere else? I met a creep." Her voice was muffled against his shirt. Zim could tell she was a little drunk and snickered.

"Ah you humans and your low tolerance to alcohol." Zim teased, wrapping his arm around Gaz to guide her out of the party.

The rest of the night was a blur. Gaz and Zim went to a few different parties but made sure to stick together. At one point, Zim and Gaz did the alien equivalent of shots together which got Zim pretty tipsy. Meanwhile, Gaz had maintained a comfortable level of fucked-up.

At this point in the night, any awkwardness Zim or Gaz felt toward each other had completely vanished. As one particularly upbeat song began playing, Gaz backed up into Zim and wrapped one of her hands behind his neck sensually while her other hand guided his hand down the side of her body down to grab her waist.

Zim seemed confused, but was too drunk to care, so he went along with it until the pair were grinding to the song. After a while of movement, Zim seemed to catch on, taking control as he began putting his hands all over her. Gaz laughed at the physical sensations of having Zim feel her up, running his hand up her thighs and waist, but suddenly stopping before he reached her breasts. Gaz felt disappointed that he didn't go further, but was also mildly surprised that he was still in control of himself.

The pair continued to dance before Gaz noticed her feet started to hurt. She swiftly turned around to face Zim.

"My feet hurt, can we leave?" Gaz asked, slurring her words a tiny bit. Zim nodded and led her out of the venue to the streets again.

"I wanna… I wanna play video *hick* video games with you Zim." Gaz slurred as she held onto Zim's arm for support. He was equally as fucked up, despite drinking way more than Gaz, but apparently Irkens have a very high alcohol tolerance.

"There's an arcade I think." Zim said in a normal sounding voice, trying to sober up. Gaz giggled at this.

"You're drunk." She laughed, poking Zim's chest, "and muscley. How did you get so in shape anyways?" It was getting to that time in the night where Gaz would start getting very chatty and start saying or asking things she normally wouldn't. She had once gone to Bloaty's Pizza Hog while really fucked up and told the cashier that he was hot, but looked too much like a pigeon for her to date… it wasn't a pleasant memory.

"Lots... and lots… of stretching." Zim said before laughing at his own words.

"Stretching? What? No way!" Gaz said loudly, punching Zim in the arm before grabbing his hand and holding it up to her eyes in fascination. "You only have three fingers… why?"

"Why does anyone have any amount of fingers?" Zim asked rhetorically before leading Gaz down the street to the arcade.

"My feet hurt. Where are we going?" Gaz asked, slightly dragging her feet as they walked.

"To the arcade." Zim replied.

"Oh, yay! I'm gonna destroy youuuuu." Gaz teased before sighing, "Zim I dunno what was in that drink, but I feel really good right now. Is there… was there alcohol in those drinks? I mean like Earth alcohol." Gaz suddenly laughed at what she said.

"I've never had Earth alcohol… I don't think."

"Ah poop." Gaz laughed.

The pair finally made it to the arcade and a drunk Zim held the door open for an equally drunk Gaz. Them being drunk while playing video games was a sight to see. Gaz was much worse at playing which made her bust up laughing every time she lost. Zim, on the other hand, was much more hand-eye coordinated, beating her at almost every game.

"Fuck you Zim! I'm going to destroy you in the next round!" Gaz declared, flipping the Irken off.

"We'll see about that human!" Zim yelled back, laughing maniacally as his avatar killed Gaz's in a matter of seconds.

"Wow, I really suck at this game." Gaz laughed.

"Who knew you would be so bad at video games while drunk. You're usually very skilled when it comes to flying and stuff." Zim admitted, causing Gaz's face to light up.

"You think I'm good at flying?"

"... yes." Zim hesitantly said after realizing what he just admitted.

"Aw! Yay! I knew it!" Gaz cheered, jumping up and down and hugging Zim. Drunk Gaz was almost the polar opposite of sober Gaz.

Eventually the pair exhausted themselves out and leaned against a nearby wall where Zim proceeded drunkenly to vent to Gaz about various things.

"...I don't even know why they exiled me! I mean I was their most competent invader!" Zim vented as Gaz listened intently, nodding at every word.

"I think you mean incompetent." Gaz corrected jokingly.

"Exactly! Without me the Armada is fucked." Zim stated, clearly not understanding what the word incompetent meant.

"So now I'm stuck on Earth for probably forever since I have nowhere else to go. I even joined a football team! Can you believe that? Zim has never needed friends before! Why now do I feel like stooping to the filthy humans level?" Zim asked. Gaz shrugged.

"Maybe you're bored?" Gaz offered, turning to face him.

"Ha! Impossible! Boredom is something only the weak can feel. And can you believe the robots they have on this planet? If I could get Gir to function even half as good as the droids they have here, I'd have taken over Earth by now!"

"Eh." Gaz gave a so-so hand signal before snickering, "remember that time you kidnapped Dib and then I had to rescue him from your base and you literally showed me where the escape pods were?"

"Oh yeah. I even destroyed all of my teleporters so I had to use an escape pod, myself, to get out!" Zim laughed.

"Why- why do you have your disguise on again?" Gaz asked suddenly.

"I don't remember…" Zim replied, trying to think, "eh, probably not important." Zim shrugged as he took off his disguise.

Suddenly the pair found themselves staring at each other in silence, ruby eyes looking into brown eyes.

"I-" Zim started but was cut off by Gaz slowly moving in, closing the gap between them as she placed her lips against his. As soon as Zim returned the kiss, the pair began to passionately make out. Gaz wrapped her arms around Zim's shoulders as he put his hands behind her head, deepening the kiss. Zim playfully bit Gaz's lower lip causing her to smirk. Both began breathing hard, hungry for each other, before someone interrupted them.

"Excuse me! We got an anonymous tip that there was an Irken in disguise on this planet accompanied by something called a 'hoo-man'? I will have no choice but to place you both under arrest." A policewoman said, causing Gaz to quickly push Zim away, breaking the kiss.

"Wait," Zim said, clearing his throat. He felt a lot more sober now, "we never heard of this rule. Why are Irkens outlawed?"

"What are you- oh!" Gaz realized that Zim was lying to get them out of being arrested.

"Well you clearly knew something since you were reported wearing a disguise." The policewoman retaliated, crossing her arms.

"Trust me, he wasn't wearing a disguise. I mean do you honestly think the Irken military would give a disguise that bad to one of their own? I thought they were supposed to be one of the most technologically advanced races in society." Gaz lied, covering for Zim.

"Hey! This disguise is not bad Gaz-huma-" Gaz shoved a hand over Zim's mouth before he could finish.

"Hmm, that's a good point." The policewoman noted.

"We're happy to leave. We don't want any trouble." Gaz added, nudging Zim towards the door.

"Very well, but until that peace treaty is recovered for our quadrant, Irkens will be forbidden to come here. Do I make myself clear?" The policewoman asked, eyeing the two of them suspiciously.

"Crystal. Have a good night." Gaz waved, sobering up by the minute.

Once outside the pair breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was… close." Zim said awkwardly, color returning to his cheeks as he remembered what had just happened.

"How… are we gonna get home?" Gaz asked, hoping to change the subject, "we're too drunk to fly back."

"The nice thing about drinks on this planet is their effects wear off after like an hour. I wish I could say it is for safety reasons, but I think it's just a marketing ploy to get you to buy more drinks… I dunno."

"So no hangovers?"

"Oh god… the hangovers are awful. Prepare to feel like hell tomorrow." Zim warned, running a hand over his antenna, flattening them against his head. Gaz took a deep breath trying to control her nerves.

"So… should we go? I'm still too drunk to fly."

"I'm pretty much sober at this point." Zim agreed, leading the way to their ship. Gaz walked a few feet behind, her face growing hot as she remembered what happened. What made her do that? It must have just been the drinks… but if that was true why did it feel so right? In the moment, Gaz felt like she wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of him. She felt happy when she was with him too. The happiest she had felt with someone ever. She even felt respected too. He didn't try anything, even when she was vulnerable during one of the parties where they started grinding. So why was she so hesitant to say anything. What was she so afraid of?

Zim opened the ship and helped Gaz into the ship who was still dizzy from the drinks. The flight home was long and quiet with both too afraid to say the first words. Eventually Zim broke the silence.

"We… can pretend none of that happened if you want."

I left it on a cliffhanger! Ah! I'm sorry, it was just getting so long! I was also going to write a lemon in this chapter, but I want them both to be sober when it happens so it will probably be in the next chapter. I want their relationship to feel more organic instead of rushing into sex, especially since Gaz is only now warming up to Zim.