Breakfast and Blind Dates
Disclaimer: Same as before. Billy Joel owns the lyrics to We Didn't Start the Fire, not me. I kind of took creative license to Cover Girl's past. I borrowed the line "Who's your CO baby?" from one of Cover Girl's fics.
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Althea Delgato rubbed sleep out her eyes and walked into the kitchen for a glass of milk. She could smell the faint odor of smoke as she walked down into the kitchen. She also smelled the distinct odor of food burning and as she walked into the kitchen, she could see thick smoke from the stove radiating into the lower floors of the house.
"Awk! We didn't start the fire! Awk!" Polly began as Shipwreck grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher and sprayed the stove.
"Oh shut up bird! Or for lunch there's gonna be stuffed parrot O'Grotton." Shipwreck shouted, swinging a rolling pin at Polly.
Althea stepped into the kitchen to the sight of smoke billowing out the open windows and doors. She saw Shipwreck wearing a ratty old Kiss the Cook Apron and a chef's hat with Polly sitting on his shoulder making remarks.
"Dad?" Althea asked, "What are you doing?"
"Making breakfast in bed for Cover Girl and breakfast for all of you....OUCH!" Shipwreck said, as his hand brushed against the frying pan.
There were pots and pans all around the kitchen, a huge saucepan contained what had to be at least three boxes of pancake mix in it. Shipwreck dumped the mixture into three large frying pans.
"Dad, this is supposed to serve eight, with two each." Althea said, reading the label.
"Nah, that's too much work, let's just make three big flapjacks and cut them into slices." Shipwreck replied.
Barbeque came running through the door at that instant and shouted, "Where's the fire!?"
"There's no fire, my Dad's cooking again." Althea remarked.
"Well that's as good as a fire." Barbeque replied.
"Laugh it up funny man." Shipwreck remarked, shooting Barbeque the finger, "For your information, before Althea and the kids were born I lived for two years on my own cooking."
"Really? Falcon told me you lived on canned soup and waffles three meals a day." Althea remarked.
Suddenly one of the frying pans containing flapjacks caught fire. "That was a faulty stove and you know it!" Shipwreck snapped.
"Awk! We didn't start the fire! It was always burning since Shipwreck started cooking! Awk!" Polly remarked.
"Shut your beak bird!" Shipwreck shouted, "Otherwise you're gonna see parrot under glass for dinner."
"You wouldn't..." Polly remarked.
"Why do you think I overfeed you..." Shipwreck shouted.
"Awk! Call the humane society! Animal cruelty! Animal cruelty!" Polly shouted, flying upstairs.
"Come back here you stupid bird!" Shipwreck shouted, waving a rolling pin.
"Shipwreck! What's going on down there. People are sleeping, don't you care!" Roadblock said, coming out of his room.
"Sorry." Shipwreck remarked, "AUGH! The flapjacks are on fire!!!!"
Shipwreck ran downstairs as Barbeque doused the stove with a fire extinguisher. "Barbeque you landlubbing firefighting idiot! You ruined my breakfast!" Shipwreck shouted.
"I saved your house!" Barbeque replied.
"Well save your own hide!" Shipwreck shouted running after Barbeque with a frying pan.
"Awk! Shipwreck versus Barbeque, Round One! Awk!" Polly squawked.
"Barney," Roadblock said to the sleeping toddler, "I'm gonna borrow your whiffle bat right now..."
"CUT IT OUT YOU MORONS!!!" Roadblock shouted, chasing Shipwreck and Barbeque around with the bat.
"Thanks a lot bonehead! You ruined breakfast!" Shipwreck shouted.
"It's a fire hazard, like any other time you cook!" Barbeque shouted.
"Come back here you landlubber!" Shipwreck shouted, "Avast me harties, we're gonna flatten the landlubbing swine! Ha ha ha har!"
"IF YOU DON'T KNOCK IT OFF I'LL CAVE YOUR SKULLS IN!!!!!" Roadblock shouted, waving Barney's whiffle bat like a charging Arabian marauder wields a scimitar.
Cover Girl walked down the stairs that moment and saw the scene of chaos. Turning to Althea she said, "What's going on?"
"Just Dad trying to cook breakfast." Althea remarked.
"Oh boy." Cover Girl replied, "How long has he been at this?"
"I don't know, I woke up half an hour ago and smelled smoke." Althea replied, then grimaced, "This was supposed to be a surprise for you."
"It's kind of hard to sleep if you hear fighting and smell smoke." Cover Girl replied, then smiled, "Although you have to admit it was awfully sweet of him."
Althea smiled knowingly, hiding her more than slight discomfort about this latest turn in her Dad's love life. At least Cover Girl wasn't some bimbo from any number of bars Shipwreck visited on a daily basis, though his barhopping was starting to get slightly reduced, much to Ace's amusement. But still, it felt kind of weird to see her father in love again. She couldn't help but be happy for him, but also felt the same way any daughter of a single parent feels when a new significant other moves into their parent's life.
Sensing this, Cover Girl walked up to Althea and motioned her into the next room while Roadblock defused the situation between Barbeque and Shipwreck.
"Althea?" Cover Girl said, "Look I know it's kind of weird to have me dating your dad."
"You hit the nail on the head. I keep thinking that you're gonna replace our mom..." Althea said, she looked like she was about to cry.
"Look," Cover Girl said, "I'm not trying to do that yet. I just started dating your Dad a few weeks ago. And believe me, I know that feeling. When my dad remarried when I was thirteen I felt like I couldn't trust the new lady that moved into my house."
"You're not a new lady though. You live here, I've known you all my life, but still..." Althea replied.
"You still miss your mother, I understand." Cover Girl said, "I was so awful to my step-mom for the first few months since she moved in that we hardly spoke. Afterward however, she took me out for a whole day and we talked about how I felt about this. You don't need to feel like you're betraying your mom by having me around. But for your sake, we'll take it slow for now."
"Thanks." Althea said, as she hugged Cover Girl, who hugged her back.
"Now we've got a blind date to fix up." Cover Girl grinned.
"Who are we setting up, Bilby?" Althea asked, indicating the lone Australian sniper, who was busily cleaning his L1A1 sniper rifle on the table.
"No, Low Light." Cover Girl replied.
"Low Light? You're setting up Low Light with someone?" Althea grinned, with delight, "Ooh, who is it?"
The phone rang just then, "I'm about to find out." Cover Girl replied.
After she picked up the phone she smiled, "Why didn't I think of that before?"
"Who is it?" Althea asked.
"Ororo Monroe." Cover Girl replied.
"Low Light's going on a date with Storm! Why didn't you say so!" Althea said and ran upstairs, "I'll get the others."
"Excuse me, Sergeant Kreiger, is Bilby in?" said a Hispanic man with a weightlifter's build.
"He's in the kitchen Sergeant Rossalvo." Cover Girl said, she remembered him from Bilby's many stories about his time in the 25th Infantry Division.
The Ranger walked in and talked to the Australian for a moment and judging from Bilby's expression the news had to be something good. The normally somber Australian sniper was now grinning from ear to ear.
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"Hold still will you!" Cover Girl said.
"OW! Gentle! That hurts!" Low Light shouted.
"Well, I gotta admit Low Light, that new look is rather dashing." Shipwreck quipped from the other side of the room.
"Ah shut up Shipwreck before I strangle you with this necktie." Low Light remarked.
"Oh relax twinkle toes, after Cover Girl's finished with you, I've got teach you one or two dance steps..." Shipwreck remarked, "Hit it Courtney."
Cover Girl stuck a CD into a nearby boom box and Shipwreck suddenly swept Low Light into a tango. "WHAT THE HELL! SHIPWRECK GET YOUR DIRTY PAWS OFF ME!"
"Oh lighten up Betty Grable," Shipwreck quipped, "Someone's gotta teach you to tango."
"Why you?" Low Light remarked.
"Because Courtney's not exactly at her best and no one else is around." Shipwreck replied, with a mock French accent.
Shipwreck dipped Low Light just then. "This is called a dip. Try to avoid stepping on someone's feet too often."
Cover Girl chuckled at the sight of Low Light and Shipwreck dancing. Low Light's face wore a nervous expression with a bright crimson hue. "A one two, cha cha cha...." Shipwreck remarked, "Swing those hips."
"What?!" Low Light replied. Shipwreck slapped the side of Low Light's hip.
"You heard me. You gotta dance and move smooth with the ladies." Shipwreck replied, "Why do you think we sailors are so popular..."
"Yeah, you can dance alright, what about when Storm electrified you." Low Light snapped.
"Which time?" Cover Girl asked.
"Courtney!" Shipwreck shouted, "Have mercy!"
"I just hope no one's watching us." Low Light muttered.
"Give me the binoculars Pietro." Wanda hissed.
"You got this on tape?" Althea whispered.
"Check." Toad replied.
"Guys, what's that horrible smell?" Xi asked.
"Eww! Blob did you just fart?" Lance asked, they were hiding in a stand of pachysandra bushes in a hill behind Shipwreck's house.
"No." Blob replied, "I didn't eat any Mexican food today."
"For once. After the Chilli Catastrophe, you'd think BA wouldn't serve that stuff anymore." Pietro replied.
"Then what's that...?" Lance said, then turned around, answering his own question.
"SKUNK!!!!!!!" They all shouted, "RUN!!!!!!!!!!"
The Misfits all scrambled out of the bushes back over the hill, making a racket as they did so.
Meanwhile in the upstairs bedroom Low Light asked, "Shipwreck, did you hear something?"
"No, I didn't. Thanks for the dance Low Light." Shipwreck replied.
"Shipwreck...." Low Light glowered.
"OK sorry." Shipwreck said.
The doorbell rang just then and Cover Girl said, "That must be your date."
Cover Girl answered the door to find two young boys, one thirteen, the other eleven standing in front of it. The older boy had a curly mess of black hair atop his head that was heavily gelled, "Hi. Do you know if Sergeant Bilby lives here? He's our brother."
"Come in." Cover Girl said, smiling, "He's on patrol right now, he'll be back in a few hours, so make yourselves at home."
These two boys were Martin's kid brothers, the ones he thought were dead for five years. They were alive and well now, however. The older boy was Michael and the younger one was David. They had apparently survived the Heartless attack on Sapphire Bay.
A car pulled up beside Shipwreck's house just then, "Low Light, your date's here."
Ororo Monroe walked down the driveway, elegantly attired for the evening. Her silver hair was done up in a nice twist, making her seem taller. She wore an electric blue evening dress with heels to add further height.
"So who's my date?" Ororo asked Cover Girl.
Low Light walked down the stairs just then. He was wearing a black three piece suit, fairly loose fitting for comfort. He also had a light blue silk shirt and tie. He didn't have his characteristic red goggles and hat and his blonde hair was still in its curly state. At any rate, he looked different without his goggles and hat, less imposing and less intimidating. Good looking or even handsome would be helpful adjectives in this case.
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"So what's the first event of the night?" Storm asked.
"There's a comedy show at the Enlisted Club, then there's this place Flint recommended out in town..." Low Light began, sounding like a nervous school kid.
Ororo slid an arm around his shoulders, saying with a smile, "Relax Low Light..."
"Cooper, Cooper McBride." Low Light said, in his best James Bond impression.
"You could give Sean Connery a run for his money with that." Ororo smiled.
They sat down at a table just as the lights dimmed and onto the stage walked Sergeant Dominic Rossalvo, one of the Rangers in the Task Force. He was fast becoming a favorite around the base as he time and again outshone the resident comedians of the PIT.
"Good evening." Rossalvo said, a heavy Jersey accent in his voice.
As soon as he touched the cordless microphone he said in a perfect imitation of Duke as he walked up to Scarlett, "Who's your CO baby?"
Scarlett blushed and smiled at the Ranger who grinned and walked through the tables. Dominic Rossalvo walked up to Flint and Lady Jaye's table and standing a few inches from Flint he switched his voice to that of a certain Eastern European temptress, "May I have this dance dahling?" Rossalvo remarked.
Flint felt his neck redden as several Joes and members of the Task Force around him started laughing. For effect, Rossalvo practically marched Flint out of his chair and did a few dance steps.
Lady Jaye was laughing at Flint's expense. "To be fair to the warrant officer, let him choose the next victim..." Rossalvo remarked.
"That's a tough one. But I've got a challenge for you, keep doing impersonations as I give you clues." Flint said, "Sergeant Rossalvo, I'm thinking of a certain masked fellow..."
"Destro this is all your fault!!!" Rossalvo shouted, in his best COBRA Commander impersonation.
"Not even close. This person wears green, and sleeps with a teddy bear...."
"You call this military discipline? Cross Country's puttin' a tape deck in his HAVOC." Rossalvo said with his best Beach Head impersonation.
"Hey how about do a Wild Bill?" Bazooka shouted.
"Oh the Yellow Rose of Texas..." Rossalvo said, in a near perfect expression.
"I do not sound like that. I don't sing that badly off key." Wild Bill protested.
Half a dozen Joes rolled their eyes as Wild Bill continued to protest, "Hey I don't sound like that."
"Oh yes you do." Rossalvo remarked.
BA walked through the club in a maitre de outfit pushing a cart with a heaping soufflé on it. Low Light went pale just when he saw it. "Oh no." he moaned.
"What is it?" Ororo asked.
"That looks like BA Soufflé a La Flambé." Low Light remarked.
As BA touched a lighter to the candle in the soufflé the mixture exploded all over the Enlisted Club.
"BA!!!" Low Light shouted and tackled the addlebrained chef around the waist, he started to raise his fist to pummel the chef.
Ororo yanked Low Light off BA as they walked outside. "Look, I'm sorry this date went to hell before it even got started."
He was greatly surprised when Ororo laughed and said, "I've been living in the mansion too long. That explosion was nothing compared to the ones that the Misfits make. Or the X-men for that matter."
"You mean you're enjoying tonight." Low Light replied, "Even with the insanity that's been going on."
"Well, I'm not sure we can go out into the town like this." Ororo said, indicating the globs of soufflé all over them as they walked back to Shipwreck's house.
"So what do you want to do?" Low Light asked.
"Well we could go dancing..." Ororo mentioned.
"Without any music?" Low Light said, curious.
"I never said without music." Ororo replied, and popped a CD into the player in her car.
The pair danced the night away on the front lawn.
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"Well I do admit this was one of Bree's smarter ideas." Shipwreck remarked as he watched the scene from one of the upstairs windows.
"That was awfully sweet of you, teaching Low Light to dance." Cover Girl smiled.
"I just didn't wanna get him electrocuted by Storm for some reason." Shipwreck replied.
"If I recall, you were the one who has this unhealthy fascination with electricity." Cover Girl replied, "There was the Hawaiian incident..."
"Courtney..." Shipwreck groaned.
"Then the human lightning rod incident...." Cover Girl continued.
"Awk! Let's not forget all the times he visited the X-mansion! Awk!" Polly squawked.
"You're dead bird!!!!!" Shipwreck shouted as he chased Polly through the house.
Cover Girl smiled to herself, "I must be going crazy, because this place is starting to feel like home."
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Up next: Some more missions. Random fluff. And who knows what. Tune in next week fans for the next installation of Kilo Two Zero.
Disclaimer: Same as before. Billy Joel owns the lyrics to We Didn't Start the Fire, not me. I kind of took creative license to Cover Girl's past. I borrowed the line "Who's your CO baby?" from one of Cover Girl's fics.
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Althea Delgato rubbed sleep out her eyes and walked into the kitchen for a glass of milk. She could smell the faint odor of smoke as she walked down into the kitchen. She also smelled the distinct odor of food burning and as she walked into the kitchen, she could see thick smoke from the stove radiating into the lower floors of the house.
"Awk! We didn't start the fire! Awk!" Polly began as Shipwreck grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher and sprayed the stove.
"Oh shut up bird! Or for lunch there's gonna be stuffed parrot O'Grotton." Shipwreck shouted, swinging a rolling pin at Polly.
Althea stepped into the kitchen to the sight of smoke billowing out the open windows and doors. She saw Shipwreck wearing a ratty old Kiss the Cook Apron and a chef's hat with Polly sitting on his shoulder making remarks.
"Dad?" Althea asked, "What are you doing?"
"Making breakfast in bed for Cover Girl and breakfast for all of you....OUCH!" Shipwreck said, as his hand brushed against the frying pan.
There were pots and pans all around the kitchen, a huge saucepan contained what had to be at least three boxes of pancake mix in it. Shipwreck dumped the mixture into three large frying pans.
"Dad, this is supposed to serve eight, with two each." Althea said, reading the label.
"Nah, that's too much work, let's just make three big flapjacks and cut them into slices." Shipwreck replied.
Barbeque came running through the door at that instant and shouted, "Where's the fire!?"
"There's no fire, my Dad's cooking again." Althea remarked.
"Well that's as good as a fire." Barbeque replied.
"Laugh it up funny man." Shipwreck remarked, shooting Barbeque the finger, "For your information, before Althea and the kids were born I lived for two years on my own cooking."
"Really? Falcon told me you lived on canned soup and waffles three meals a day." Althea remarked.
Suddenly one of the frying pans containing flapjacks caught fire. "That was a faulty stove and you know it!" Shipwreck snapped.
"Awk! We didn't start the fire! It was always burning since Shipwreck started cooking! Awk!" Polly remarked.
"Shut your beak bird!" Shipwreck shouted, "Otherwise you're gonna see parrot under glass for dinner."
"You wouldn't..." Polly remarked.
"Why do you think I overfeed you..." Shipwreck shouted.
"Awk! Call the humane society! Animal cruelty! Animal cruelty!" Polly shouted, flying upstairs.
"Come back here you stupid bird!" Shipwreck shouted, waving a rolling pin.
"Shipwreck! What's going on down there. People are sleeping, don't you care!" Roadblock said, coming out of his room.
"Sorry." Shipwreck remarked, "AUGH! The flapjacks are on fire!!!!"
Shipwreck ran downstairs as Barbeque doused the stove with a fire extinguisher. "Barbeque you landlubbing firefighting idiot! You ruined my breakfast!" Shipwreck shouted.
"I saved your house!" Barbeque replied.
"Well save your own hide!" Shipwreck shouted running after Barbeque with a frying pan.
"Awk! Shipwreck versus Barbeque, Round One! Awk!" Polly squawked.
"Barney," Roadblock said to the sleeping toddler, "I'm gonna borrow your whiffle bat right now..."
"CUT IT OUT YOU MORONS!!!" Roadblock shouted, chasing Shipwreck and Barbeque around with the bat.
"Thanks a lot bonehead! You ruined breakfast!" Shipwreck shouted.
"It's a fire hazard, like any other time you cook!" Barbeque shouted.
"Come back here you landlubber!" Shipwreck shouted, "Avast me harties, we're gonna flatten the landlubbing swine! Ha ha ha har!"
"IF YOU DON'T KNOCK IT OFF I'LL CAVE YOUR SKULLS IN!!!!!" Roadblock shouted, waving Barney's whiffle bat like a charging Arabian marauder wields a scimitar.
Cover Girl walked down the stairs that moment and saw the scene of chaos. Turning to Althea she said, "What's going on?"
"Just Dad trying to cook breakfast." Althea remarked.
"Oh boy." Cover Girl replied, "How long has he been at this?"
"I don't know, I woke up half an hour ago and smelled smoke." Althea replied, then grimaced, "This was supposed to be a surprise for you."
"It's kind of hard to sleep if you hear fighting and smell smoke." Cover Girl replied, then smiled, "Although you have to admit it was awfully sweet of him."
Althea smiled knowingly, hiding her more than slight discomfort about this latest turn in her Dad's love life. At least Cover Girl wasn't some bimbo from any number of bars Shipwreck visited on a daily basis, though his barhopping was starting to get slightly reduced, much to Ace's amusement. But still, it felt kind of weird to see her father in love again. She couldn't help but be happy for him, but also felt the same way any daughter of a single parent feels when a new significant other moves into their parent's life.
Sensing this, Cover Girl walked up to Althea and motioned her into the next room while Roadblock defused the situation between Barbeque and Shipwreck.
"Althea?" Cover Girl said, "Look I know it's kind of weird to have me dating your dad."
"You hit the nail on the head. I keep thinking that you're gonna replace our mom..." Althea said, she looked like she was about to cry.
"Look," Cover Girl said, "I'm not trying to do that yet. I just started dating your Dad a few weeks ago. And believe me, I know that feeling. When my dad remarried when I was thirteen I felt like I couldn't trust the new lady that moved into my house."
"You're not a new lady though. You live here, I've known you all my life, but still..." Althea replied.
"You still miss your mother, I understand." Cover Girl said, "I was so awful to my step-mom for the first few months since she moved in that we hardly spoke. Afterward however, she took me out for a whole day and we talked about how I felt about this. You don't need to feel like you're betraying your mom by having me around. But for your sake, we'll take it slow for now."
"Thanks." Althea said, as she hugged Cover Girl, who hugged her back.
"Now we've got a blind date to fix up." Cover Girl grinned.
"Who are we setting up, Bilby?" Althea asked, indicating the lone Australian sniper, who was busily cleaning his L1A1 sniper rifle on the table.
"No, Low Light." Cover Girl replied.
"Low Light? You're setting up Low Light with someone?" Althea grinned, with delight, "Ooh, who is it?"
The phone rang just then, "I'm about to find out." Cover Girl replied.
After she picked up the phone she smiled, "Why didn't I think of that before?"
"Who is it?" Althea asked.
"Ororo Monroe." Cover Girl replied.
"Low Light's going on a date with Storm! Why didn't you say so!" Althea said and ran upstairs, "I'll get the others."
"Excuse me, Sergeant Kreiger, is Bilby in?" said a Hispanic man with a weightlifter's build.
"He's in the kitchen Sergeant Rossalvo." Cover Girl said, she remembered him from Bilby's many stories about his time in the 25th Infantry Division.
The Ranger walked in and talked to the Australian for a moment and judging from Bilby's expression the news had to be something good. The normally somber Australian sniper was now grinning from ear to ear.
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"Hold still will you!" Cover Girl said.
"OW! Gentle! That hurts!" Low Light shouted.
"Well, I gotta admit Low Light, that new look is rather dashing." Shipwreck quipped from the other side of the room.
"Ah shut up Shipwreck before I strangle you with this necktie." Low Light remarked.
"Oh relax twinkle toes, after Cover Girl's finished with you, I've got teach you one or two dance steps..." Shipwreck remarked, "Hit it Courtney."
Cover Girl stuck a CD into a nearby boom box and Shipwreck suddenly swept Low Light into a tango. "WHAT THE HELL! SHIPWRECK GET YOUR DIRTY PAWS OFF ME!"
"Oh lighten up Betty Grable," Shipwreck quipped, "Someone's gotta teach you to tango."
"Why you?" Low Light remarked.
"Because Courtney's not exactly at her best and no one else is around." Shipwreck replied, with a mock French accent.
Shipwreck dipped Low Light just then. "This is called a dip. Try to avoid stepping on someone's feet too often."
Cover Girl chuckled at the sight of Low Light and Shipwreck dancing. Low Light's face wore a nervous expression with a bright crimson hue. "A one two, cha cha cha...." Shipwreck remarked, "Swing those hips."
"What?!" Low Light replied. Shipwreck slapped the side of Low Light's hip.
"You heard me. You gotta dance and move smooth with the ladies." Shipwreck replied, "Why do you think we sailors are so popular..."
"Yeah, you can dance alright, what about when Storm electrified you." Low Light snapped.
"Which time?" Cover Girl asked.
"Courtney!" Shipwreck shouted, "Have mercy!"
"I just hope no one's watching us." Low Light muttered.
"Give me the binoculars Pietro." Wanda hissed.
"You got this on tape?" Althea whispered.
"Check." Toad replied.
"Guys, what's that horrible smell?" Xi asked.
"Eww! Blob did you just fart?" Lance asked, they were hiding in a stand of pachysandra bushes in a hill behind Shipwreck's house.
"No." Blob replied, "I didn't eat any Mexican food today."
"For once. After the Chilli Catastrophe, you'd think BA wouldn't serve that stuff anymore." Pietro replied.
"Then what's that...?" Lance said, then turned around, answering his own question.
"SKUNK!!!!!!!" They all shouted, "RUN!!!!!!!!!!"
The Misfits all scrambled out of the bushes back over the hill, making a racket as they did so.
Meanwhile in the upstairs bedroom Low Light asked, "Shipwreck, did you hear something?"
"No, I didn't. Thanks for the dance Low Light." Shipwreck replied.
"Shipwreck...." Low Light glowered.
"OK sorry." Shipwreck said.
The doorbell rang just then and Cover Girl said, "That must be your date."
Cover Girl answered the door to find two young boys, one thirteen, the other eleven standing in front of it. The older boy had a curly mess of black hair atop his head that was heavily gelled, "Hi. Do you know if Sergeant Bilby lives here? He's our brother."
"Come in." Cover Girl said, smiling, "He's on patrol right now, he'll be back in a few hours, so make yourselves at home."
These two boys were Martin's kid brothers, the ones he thought were dead for five years. They were alive and well now, however. The older boy was Michael and the younger one was David. They had apparently survived the Heartless attack on Sapphire Bay.
A car pulled up beside Shipwreck's house just then, "Low Light, your date's here."
Ororo Monroe walked down the driveway, elegantly attired for the evening. Her silver hair was done up in a nice twist, making her seem taller. She wore an electric blue evening dress with heels to add further height.
"So who's my date?" Ororo asked Cover Girl.
Low Light walked down the stairs just then. He was wearing a black three piece suit, fairly loose fitting for comfort. He also had a light blue silk shirt and tie. He didn't have his characteristic red goggles and hat and his blonde hair was still in its curly state. At any rate, he looked different without his goggles and hat, less imposing and less intimidating. Good looking or even handsome would be helpful adjectives in this case.
~ ~ ~ ~
"So what's the first event of the night?" Storm asked.
"There's a comedy show at the Enlisted Club, then there's this place Flint recommended out in town..." Low Light began, sounding like a nervous school kid.
Ororo slid an arm around his shoulders, saying with a smile, "Relax Low Light..."
"Cooper, Cooper McBride." Low Light said, in his best James Bond impression.
"You could give Sean Connery a run for his money with that." Ororo smiled.
They sat down at a table just as the lights dimmed and onto the stage walked Sergeant Dominic Rossalvo, one of the Rangers in the Task Force. He was fast becoming a favorite around the base as he time and again outshone the resident comedians of the PIT.
"Good evening." Rossalvo said, a heavy Jersey accent in his voice.
As soon as he touched the cordless microphone he said in a perfect imitation of Duke as he walked up to Scarlett, "Who's your CO baby?"
Scarlett blushed and smiled at the Ranger who grinned and walked through the tables. Dominic Rossalvo walked up to Flint and Lady Jaye's table and standing a few inches from Flint he switched his voice to that of a certain Eastern European temptress, "May I have this dance dahling?" Rossalvo remarked.
Flint felt his neck redden as several Joes and members of the Task Force around him started laughing. For effect, Rossalvo practically marched Flint out of his chair and did a few dance steps.
Lady Jaye was laughing at Flint's expense. "To be fair to the warrant officer, let him choose the next victim..." Rossalvo remarked.
"That's a tough one. But I've got a challenge for you, keep doing impersonations as I give you clues." Flint said, "Sergeant Rossalvo, I'm thinking of a certain masked fellow..."
"Destro this is all your fault!!!" Rossalvo shouted, in his best COBRA Commander impersonation.
"Not even close. This person wears green, and sleeps with a teddy bear...."
"You call this military discipline? Cross Country's puttin' a tape deck in his HAVOC." Rossalvo said with his best Beach Head impersonation.
"Hey how about do a Wild Bill?" Bazooka shouted.
"Oh the Yellow Rose of Texas..." Rossalvo said, in a near perfect expression.
"I do not sound like that. I don't sing that badly off key." Wild Bill protested.
Half a dozen Joes rolled their eyes as Wild Bill continued to protest, "Hey I don't sound like that."
"Oh yes you do." Rossalvo remarked.
BA walked through the club in a maitre de outfit pushing a cart with a heaping soufflé on it. Low Light went pale just when he saw it. "Oh no." he moaned.
"What is it?" Ororo asked.
"That looks like BA Soufflé a La Flambé." Low Light remarked.
As BA touched a lighter to the candle in the soufflé the mixture exploded all over the Enlisted Club.
"BA!!!" Low Light shouted and tackled the addlebrained chef around the waist, he started to raise his fist to pummel the chef.
Ororo yanked Low Light off BA as they walked outside. "Look, I'm sorry this date went to hell before it even got started."
He was greatly surprised when Ororo laughed and said, "I've been living in the mansion too long. That explosion was nothing compared to the ones that the Misfits make. Or the X-men for that matter."
"You mean you're enjoying tonight." Low Light replied, "Even with the insanity that's been going on."
"Well, I'm not sure we can go out into the town like this." Ororo said, indicating the globs of soufflé all over them as they walked back to Shipwreck's house.
"So what do you want to do?" Low Light asked.
"Well we could go dancing..." Ororo mentioned.
"Without any music?" Low Light said, curious.
"I never said without music." Ororo replied, and popped a CD into the player in her car.
The pair danced the night away on the front lawn.
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"Well I do admit this was one of Bree's smarter ideas." Shipwreck remarked as he watched the scene from one of the upstairs windows.
"That was awfully sweet of you, teaching Low Light to dance." Cover Girl smiled.
"I just didn't wanna get him electrocuted by Storm for some reason." Shipwreck replied.
"If I recall, you were the one who has this unhealthy fascination with electricity." Cover Girl replied, "There was the Hawaiian incident..."
"Courtney..." Shipwreck groaned.
"Then the human lightning rod incident...." Cover Girl continued.
"Awk! Let's not forget all the times he visited the X-mansion! Awk!" Polly squawked.
"You're dead bird!!!!!" Shipwreck shouted as he chased Polly through the house.
Cover Girl smiled to herself, "I must be going crazy, because this place is starting to feel like home."
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Up next: Some more missions. Random fluff. And who knows what. Tune in next week fans for the next installation of Kilo Two Zero.
