Chapter 5: Murphy's, Meetings, Merlot!
Jyou, Miyako, Koushiro, Takeru, and Iori stood back on the dock, surveying their handiwork. The Murphy's Dream looked the best it ever had. Every thing was perfect (or nearly so. The Cap't was drunk by now, and there was a rather large window where there hadn't been before) The table was set, the wine chilled, and waitress/hostess had spit out her gum and was no longer surly (The fifty that Jyou had slipped her did wonders for her attitude)
"Done!" said Jyou, and promptly fell over onto the bilges from exhaustion.
"All right," said Miyako, "Me and Koushiro will be at his house-" she searched for an excuse, while Koushiro searched for an escape. "Making sure all the satellites are working properly." Koushiro could only hope he could disconnect all the phones in his house before it was too late.
Jyou stirred from the bilges "Eh. I'll be with them, and Takeru, Iori, you'll be in the boathouse (Aka: Project Vouryism HQ) all night. If you get hungry, I stocked up the fridge in there."
Iori looked at his watch. "We still have about 20 minutes" His watch, curiously enough, had stopped yesterday, but had stopped at precisely the same moment yesterday, and therefore was still correct.
Halting her furious search for a pointy object and a telephone, Miyako turned to say "Which means that Ken should get here--
A car pulled up the dock road.
--now. Which means that we have to get out of here, NOW! Bye, Tk, Iori. We'll be watching on our Digivices!" she grabbed Koushiro, who latched onto Jyou, and all three ran.
Takeru turned to the waitress. "You know what to do, right?"
"Right," she said, much more politely. TK and Iori quickly retreated to the boathouse as Ken got out of the car.
The waitress helped him up the ramp. "Welcome to the Murphy's Dream".
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Daisuke walked down the street to the docks. He sighed. Jun had, unfortunately, been "preoccupied" and unable to give him a lift, and his parents were working, so here he was, walking down the street, getting his carefully smoothed down clothes all dusty. Oh well. It was better than staying home, he thought, nearing the mystery party aboard the Murphy's Dream.
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"Wallace, hurry up with the pop-corn!" Micheal shouted from the living room. He had jury-rigged his digivice to his TV and they could see Ken in the ante room, though it was on delay, due to the satellite. Being the two-best known American DigiDestined, they were both over Wallace's house having some fun watching Ken and Daisuke.
"Food, food food!!" Betamon said, jumping up and down like the crazed little Digimon he was.
Wallace turned around to turn on the microwave "Terriermon, you're supposed to cook it before you eat it!" he said to his Digimon, who was attempting to eat the hard kernels before they were popped.
"Y'know," Michael said, "I always thought they looked cute together." Wallace walked in the room with the popcorn and plopped down on the couch next to Michael. "They aren't the only ones," Wallace said, and gave a small giggle as he hugged Michael close to him.
"Oooooooo" said the three digimon.
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Ken waited in the ante room, where all he could do was look around and wonder about this mystery gala. Since he was so early, he took a good look around. The ship was a good size, and stylish, but simple. The ante room was log cabin-ish, cozily done, with large, over-stuffed couch and low lighting. Just as he began to appraise the reddish marble fireplace, the waitress popped into the room.
"The other guest has arrived," she said, and began to lead him through the ship's narrow corridors.
Ken was taken aback. 'the other guest?' That told him two things. One was that the other person on the ship was not the host, but another invitee, and that there was only going to be him and the other here.
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Daisuke shuffled his feet on the floor as he sat in the dining hall, alone. The hostess(waitress) had gone to get the other guest. He wondered who it was. Crossing his fingers, he said under his breath, "Please let it be Hikari....Please let it be Hikari...."
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Ken was a bit surprised when the waitress had shown him the door and just walked away like that....but whatever. He opened the door and walked in.
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"Ken???" Damn, he looks good!
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"Daisuke??" Wow, he acually dressed up!
"What the hell are you doing here??" Daisuke said, looking at Ken oddly. Ken searched through his pocket, then found the invitation. Davis also pulled his out, and they were identical.
"Huh." said Ken, wising he had his full, dark spore genius back. "I wonder who did this... and why?"
Daisuke grasped the air in front of him, and face faulted "I wonder why you aren't Hikari!"
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Takeru snorted. "He isn't Hikari because I'm with Hikari! Ha!" Iori was smirking at their expressions too, Daisuke's of complete disappointment (he had expected the other person to be a girl at the very least!) and Ken's of sheer rage (at his inability to find out who did this.
"I'm hungry," Iori said "Jyou said we could help ourselves from the refrigerator, so I'm going to bring a whole bunch out"
"Yeah, that way, when things get interesting, we won't miss a thing. Get me something to drink, while you're up, wily?"
"Sure" Iori went into the kitchen and began digging through the refrigerator. Some stuff for sandwiches...cold chicken...and some bottles of an amber colored drink. That should hold them off...
He went into the freezer , which, oddly enough, seemed to be full of Swedish Fish. The only thing that crossed his mind, and he wasn't sure why, was hell, frozen over....
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The Murphy's Dream, had, in face of all problems and a drunken Cap't, set sail, off into the bay. (it was going the wrong way..but who's counting?)
The waitress brought over a bottle of red wine to the table, where the two fairly agitated boys sat down. Ken appraised the label critically, then poured himself a glass.
"I didn't know you drank, Ken," the red-head said, stealing a sideways glance at the other boys, and pushing his glass over.
"I need it right now!" Ken said, pouring Daisuke's glass up to the top.
He's so...elegant, Daisuke thought, watching him. Then, And he can hold a drink, Phew, as Ken downed the glass in one shot.
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"Hey, Iori," Takeru said, swiveling around on his desk chair. Watching Ken sucking down that glass of Merlot had really made him thirsty, and the smaller boy had come back in with a bottle and some sandwiches.
"Here, " Iori said, handing the bottles off to him, and placing the two stacked high sandwiches on the table.
Takeru twisted off the cap. "What is this?" he asked Iori, who was attempting to shove the enormous sub in his small mouth.
"H'I (munch, much) dunno (munch) To dhark t'read h'it"
Takeru sniffed it from the neck. The vapors caught him headily. "Pheewww!! Whatever it is, it's strong!" He took a swig and almost spewed it out, but just kept it in so the fiery stuff went down his throat. "Ho god, that'll keep me up!" He handed it off to Iori, "Have sip, Iori."
Iori had a bad feeling at this point, but that sandwich had made him thirsty.
"Pheewwww!!"
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"God, " said Daisuke, as the muscle relaxing effect of the wine started to take effect. "Whoever it was that did it though, they certainly didn't spare any expense"
"Hmm, " said Ken, agreeing. "I'm just so glad that you aren't Miyako, I don't care who did it!" He sighed. "Now us two, there's a couple destined for disaster. All we do is fight, and she gets way too jealous"
Daisuke laughed. He's got a nice laugh, thought Ken, and he uses it...
"Yeah," the red-head said. "I remember all the times she's tried to get you two together. That horrified look upon your face is just precious!"
Ken cracked a smile. He doesn't smile enough, Daisuke said in the hollows (very hollow) of his mind.
"Dude, at least you've got a chance! I might as well have chicken pox, the way Hikari avoids me!" he said, as the waitress came by with the soup. Dipping his spoon in almost daintily, Ken smiled, a little more broadly.
"You think that's funny, huh?" Daisuke said, but his tone was mellow, he was just teasing. "It's true. I don't know how to act around girls"
"Well, when I was rather dark-spored, I had girls all over me...And I didn't care how many hearts I broke." Ken began to frown, thinking back. Daisuke, hating to see the smile off his friend's face attempted, (terribly) to lighten the mood.
"Then show me how to act!" He said, and slurped up some soup, smiling up at his pale friend.
"Such as....?" Ken said, arching an eyebrow, the smile back, but lopsided.
"Well, how about how to kiss?" Daisuke said, then wondered Why the HELL did I just say THAT????
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"Ooooooooo......." said Wallace and Michael simultaneously, sniggering and falling into each other.
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"Ooooooooo....." said Takeru and Iori, watching it on the monitors, as Iori fell off his chair drunkenly. The rum bottles were getting low.
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"Oooooooo....." said Chosen Children around the world, waiting in anticipation.
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(and I'm gonna make you wait 'til next chapter!)
Jyou, Miyako, Koushiro, Takeru, and Iori stood back on the dock, surveying their handiwork. The Murphy's Dream looked the best it ever had. Every thing was perfect (or nearly so. The Cap't was drunk by now, and there was a rather large window where there hadn't been before) The table was set, the wine chilled, and waitress/hostess had spit out her gum and was no longer surly (The fifty that Jyou had slipped her did wonders for her attitude)
"Done!" said Jyou, and promptly fell over onto the bilges from exhaustion.
"All right," said Miyako, "Me and Koushiro will be at his house-" she searched for an excuse, while Koushiro searched for an escape. "Making sure all the satellites are working properly." Koushiro could only hope he could disconnect all the phones in his house before it was too late.
Jyou stirred from the bilges "Eh. I'll be with them, and Takeru, Iori, you'll be in the boathouse (Aka: Project Vouryism HQ) all night. If you get hungry, I stocked up the fridge in there."
Iori looked at his watch. "We still have about 20 minutes" His watch, curiously enough, had stopped yesterday, but had stopped at precisely the same moment yesterday, and therefore was still correct.
Halting her furious search for a pointy object and a telephone, Miyako turned to say "Which means that Ken should get here--
A car pulled up the dock road.
--now. Which means that we have to get out of here, NOW! Bye, Tk, Iori. We'll be watching on our Digivices!" she grabbed Koushiro, who latched onto Jyou, and all three ran.
Takeru turned to the waitress. "You know what to do, right?"
"Right," she said, much more politely. TK and Iori quickly retreated to the boathouse as Ken got out of the car.
The waitress helped him up the ramp. "Welcome to the Murphy's Dream".
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Daisuke walked down the street to the docks. He sighed. Jun had, unfortunately, been "preoccupied" and unable to give him a lift, and his parents were working, so here he was, walking down the street, getting his carefully smoothed down clothes all dusty. Oh well. It was better than staying home, he thought, nearing the mystery party aboard the Murphy's Dream.
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"Wallace, hurry up with the pop-corn!" Micheal shouted from the living room. He had jury-rigged his digivice to his TV and they could see Ken in the ante room, though it was on delay, due to the satellite. Being the two-best known American DigiDestined, they were both over Wallace's house having some fun watching Ken and Daisuke.
"Food, food food!!" Betamon said, jumping up and down like the crazed little Digimon he was.
Wallace turned around to turn on the microwave "Terriermon, you're supposed to cook it before you eat it!" he said to his Digimon, who was attempting to eat the hard kernels before they were popped.
"Y'know," Michael said, "I always thought they looked cute together." Wallace walked in the room with the popcorn and plopped down on the couch next to Michael. "They aren't the only ones," Wallace said, and gave a small giggle as he hugged Michael close to him.
"Oooooooo" said the three digimon.
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Ken waited in the ante room, where all he could do was look around and wonder about this mystery gala. Since he was so early, he took a good look around. The ship was a good size, and stylish, but simple. The ante room was log cabin-ish, cozily done, with large, over-stuffed couch and low lighting. Just as he began to appraise the reddish marble fireplace, the waitress popped into the room.
"The other guest has arrived," she said, and began to lead him through the ship's narrow corridors.
Ken was taken aback. 'the other guest?' That told him two things. One was that the other person on the ship was not the host, but another invitee, and that there was only going to be him and the other here.
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Daisuke shuffled his feet on the floor as he sat in the dining hall, alone. The hostess(waitress) had gone to get the other guest. He wondered who it was. Crossing his fingers, he said under his breath, "Please let it be Hikari....Please let it be Hikari...."
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Ken was a bit surprised when the waitress had shown him the door and just walked away like that....but whatever. He opened the door and walked in.
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"Ken???" Damn, he looks good!
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"Daisuke??" Wow, he acually dressed up!
"What the hell are you doing here??" Daisuke said, looking at Ken oddly. Ken searched through his pocket, then found the invitation. Davis also pulled his out, and they were identical.
"Huh." said Ken, wising he had his full, dark spore genius back. "I wonder who did this... and why?"
Daisuke grasped the air in front of him, and face faulted "I wonder why you aren't Hikari!"
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Takeru snorted. "He isn't Hikari because I'm with Hikari! Ha!" Iori was smirking at their expressions too, Daisuke's of complete disappointment (he had expected the other person to be a girl at the very least!) and Ken's of sheer rage (at his inability to find out who did this.
"I'm hungry," Iori said "Jyou said we could help ourselves from the refrigerator, so I'm going to bring a whole bunch out"
"Yeah, that way, when things get interesting, we won't miss a thing. Get me something to drink, while you're up, wily?"
"Sure" Iori went into the kitchen and began digging through the refrigerator. Some stuff for sandwiches...cold chicken...and some bottles of an amber colored drink. That should hold them off...
He went into the freezer , which, oddly enough, seemed to be full of Swedish Fish. The only thing that crossed his mind, and he wasn't sure why, was hell, frozen over....
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The Murphy's Dream, had, in face of all problems and a drunken Cap't, set sail, off into the bay. (it was going the wrong way..but who's counting?)
The waitress brought over a bottle of red wine to the table, where the two fairly agitated boys sat down. Ken appraised the label critically, then poured himself a glass.
"I didn't know you drank, Ken," the red-head said, stealing a sideways glance at the other boys, and pushing his glass over.
"I need it right now!" Ken said, pouring Daisuke's glass up to the top.
He's so...elegant, Daisuke thought, watching him. Then, And he can hold a drink, Phew, as Ken downed the glass in one shot.
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"Hey, Iori," Takeru said, swiveling around on his desk chair. Watching Ken sucking down that glass of Merlot had really made him thirsty, and the smaller boy had come back in with a bottle and some sandwiches.
"Here, " Iori said, handing the bottles off to him, and placing the two stacked high sandwiches on the table.
Takeru twisted off the cap. "What is this?" he asked Iori, who was attempting to shove the enormous sub in his small mouth.
"H'I (munch, much) dunno (munch) To dhark t'read h'it"
Takeru sniffed it from the neck. The vapors caught him headily. "Pheewww!! Whatever it is, it's strong!" He took a swig and almost spewed it out, but just kept it in so the fiery stuff went down his throat. "Ho god, that'll keep me up!" He handed it off to Iori, "Have sip, Iori."
Iori had a bad feeling at this point, but that sandwich had made him thirsty.
"Pheewwww!!"
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"God, " said Daisuke, as the muscle relaxing effect of the wine started to take effect. "Whoever it was that did it though, they certainly didn't spare any expense"
"Hmm, " said Ken, agreeing. "I'm just so glad that you aren't Miyako, I don't care who did it!" He sighed. "Now us two, there's a couple destined for disaster. All we do is fight, and she gets way too jealous"
Daisuke laughed. He's got a nice laugh, thought Ken, and he uses it...
"Yeah," the red-head said. "I remember all the times she's tried to get you two together. That horrified look upon your face is just precious!"
Ken cracked a smile. He doesn't smile enough, Daisuke said in the hollows (very hollow) of his mind.
"Dude, at least you've got a chance! I might as well have chicken pox, the way Hikari avoids me!" he said, as the waitress came by with the soup. Dipping his spoon in almost daintily, Ken smiled, a little more broadly.
"You think that's funny, huh?" Daisuke said, but his tone was mellow, he was just teasing. "It's true. I don't know how to act around girls"
"Well, when I was rather dark-spored, I had girls all over me...And I didn't care how many hearts I broke." Ken began to frown, thinking back. Daisuke, hating to see the smile off his friend's face attempted, (terribly) to lighten the mood.
"Then show me how to act!" He said, and slurped up some soup, smiling up at his pale friend.
"Such as....?" Ken said, arching an eyebrow, the smile back, but lopsided.
"Well, how about how to kiss?" Daisuke said, then wondered Why the HELL did I just say THAT????
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"Ooooooooo......." said Wallace and Michael simultaneously, sniggering and falling into each other.
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"Ooooooooo....." said Takeru and Iori, watching it on the monitors, as Iori fell off his chair drunkenly. The rum bottles were getting low.
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"Oooooooo....." said Chosen Children around the world, waiting in anticipation.
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(and I'm gonna make you wait 'til next chapter!)