Author's Note: Wow… I've had a lot of idea pops lately… Okay, instead of having all of everyone email me with stuff like this… I have decided that if you would like to be part of this tamer ball, then you can roleplay it!! Good idea, no? It actually saves me the trouble of coming up w/ half of it… j/k… I'm just going to use the roleplay to get an idea of what to do… as I may have had idea pops, I have also had idea cramps… my language, don't worry… you'll never understand it. If you would like to roleplay, then go right ahead. If you don't, or you gave me your profile type thingys… but still don't, then just tell me, give me your profile if you haven't, and I'll either roleplay them myself or get someone else to do it… this is all going to happen on Esse's roleplay board… I hope… You can just post your profiles in the profile section, put like a special symbol (one of * hopefully) that tells me who is who… thank you all for your help during my idea pop/cramp session!

Chapter 7, part 1: Ballroom Blues

"I hate you."

Sy was sitting on a bed, his arms crossed. He and Elizabeth were in a hotel room, and Elizabeth had just convinced him to go to a 'Tamer Ball' with him. It had been a week since the small incident.

"C'mon… it'll be fun… you can make Esse jealous," she said in reply. Sy grunted.

"And YOU can make Mr. 'I'm So Pervertic I can Feel My Girlfriend's Butt' jealous," he said in reply. Elizabeth smiled.

"I knew I could count on you!" she squealed happily, "Okay, now, you've gotta have a partner to get in… Carry!"

A purple, snake-like digimon appeared from out of no where.

"Yes?" he asked in an English accent.

"Sy needs a digimon partner to get into the ball… that and a nice tux."

"PENGUIN SUIT? YOU WANT ME TO WEAR A FUCKIN' PENGUIN SUIT!!! NO FUCKIN' WAY! I'M NOT GONNA FUCKIN' DO THAT!!!"

Elizabeth had covered her ears through half of it. Her eyes were wide. Carikomon stared at Sy.

"I refuse to be with a tamer who has SUCH a potty mouth," he said. Elizabeth growled.

"This'll take a minute…"

~*****~

Brad sighed, watching the television. Bubomon was out getting the mail.

"I'll have to agree with Elizabeth," his mother called from the kitchen, "You are kind of…"

"A pervert?" Brad asked, changing the channel.

"I was going to say… fast with relationships… but… pervert works too…"

Brad sighed.

"MAIL CALL!!!"

Bubomon opened the door and closed it behind him, holding the mail. He began to sort through it. WhiteTigramon ran up to the green digimon.

"ANYTHING FOR ME!?" he asked. Bubomon smiled.

"Nope bud… nothin' for you…" he said, smiling, "But there's an invitation here for you Brad."

Brad perked his head up.

"Give it," he said. Bubomon handed his tamer the letter. Brad stared at it for a moment, then opened it.

"… Mmm… hmmm… A ball, hmm? Okay… let's see… arrive at 6… eat dinner… and a ballroom dance… sounds like a prom…"

Bubomon smirked.

"I have to be in a tux… okay… and… I have to bring my partner with me… also in a tux… or a dress… hmmm…"

"NO WAY!!! NOT IN A DRESS! DON'T YOU DARE!"