G Gundam – Getting Past The Rain

Chapter Four: Date From Hell

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I looked at my reflection in the mirror and smiled. Not to sound narcissistic but I looked really good. All the training seemed to have chiseled my entire body from head to toe. Since I promised to take Allenby on a formal date, I decided to wear something that wouldn't embarrass her and, more importantly, myself. I stripped down to my boxers and put on a tux.

After one last inspection, I left to go get Allenby. An hour earlier when I walked into our room, she immediately pushed me out, saying something about "alone girl time." I cleared my throat and knocked on the door, hoping she was ready to go. Our dinner reservation, she had mentioned before kicking me out of the room, was at 7:30 and it was 7:15 right now. And I am not one who appreciates lateness.

"Allenby, are you done?" I asked, rapping my knuckle on the door.

"Just a second!" said a very muffle voiced Allenby. "Meet me outside, I'll be right there!"

I shrugged my shoulder. "Fine." I descended down the numerous steps and waited for her by the foot of the stairs. Ten minutes passed and I was growing impatient. I rolled my eyes, trying to lessen the nervousness that I was feeling at that time. Rain was the only girl I've ever gone out with, and so Allenby would strictly be my second. I sat down and twiddled my thumbs, not noticing Allenby descend down the stairs.

"Umm . . . Are you okay?"

I felt a hand on my shoulder and spun around to see Allenby in a very short but elegant turquoise dress. My jaws dropped instantly as I noticed a lot of bare skin. The tight dress was cut four inches above her knee, which was short enough to turn any guy on, especially with legs like hers.

"Y-Y-Yeah fine," I managed to squeak out as I offered her my arm.

Smiling, she clung onto my arm with both of her hands and was leaning very close to me, so close that it made me uneasy. In the driveway, the chauffer opened the door to the limousine and bowed at us. I stopped to let Allenby get in first, even placing my hand on her head so she wouldn't bump her head. I got in as well and we were off.


"Hey, is anything wrong?" Allenby asked softly as she eyed me worriedly. 'Maybe I shouldn't go along with what I had planned after all,' she thought. I turned my attention to her. "Yeah, I'm fine." And I turned to the window once again. It felt less tense to not face Allenby. Her face, adorable as it was, was the main source of my uneasiness. And her sliding across the limo seat towards me did not help.

"You know," she whispered seductively, "we can always forget about the date. How bout we just head back to base? Everyone's gone seeing that it's the weekend. We'll have the whole place to ourselves."

I winced subconsciously after hearing her proposal. Sweat ran down my face as I contemplated if she was serious or not. Fortunately, she slid back a few inches away from me, giving me enough room to breathe. A smile played across her face; she knew what she was doing to me and was enjoying it.

'She's evil,' I thought. 'She has me whipped and she knows it. Darn, I hope this is the worst thing she can dish out, any more and I think I'll get a damn heart attack.'

Luckily, she made no other attempt to torture me for the remaining time on the limo. But little did I know that she had a loaded hand and would be playing out all her cards in due time, namely during dinner.

A waitress ushered us to our reserved table, which was in a very private room. Before going to get our menus, the waitress offered some "complimentary" alcohol, which had "a very unique taste" just for me. I declined, knowing full well that she would probably spike the drink.

'Maybe she works for Allenby,' I thought as I eyed the waitress as she left, then at Allenby, who had her chin in her cupped hands. She stared unblinkingly at me and smiled slyly. I tried to beat her gaze down by glaring at her, but I just couldn't resist her lovey-dovey expression. I was fighting a losing battle and I knew it. Somehow this woman, no, GIRL, was the source of my uneasiness. We were still engaged in a stare down until the waitress returned with menus.

I glanced through the menu and gruffly ordered steak. Allenby, on the other hand, took her precious time and asked a whole shipload of questions about the dishes. Having had just about enough, I held out my hand to stop the girl from her never-ending rambling.

"Just order something," I hissed menacingly.

"Hmph. Fine, I'll just have a chicken salad."

The waitress nodded and left. Right after she left, I felt my cellular vibrate. One thing I hate about cells is the damn ring tone and so I usually have mine set on vibrate. Anyways, I took the call outside. It was my bank and they were bitchin' something about a credit slump.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'CREDIT SLUMP'?!?!?!?!?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Just as the phrase implies, sir. See, all your credit card companies have sent letters of complaint about you exceeding your limits; therefore, we had to relinquish everything you own to the creditors."

A vein popped in my temple as I yelled, "HOW THE HELL CAN I EXCEED MY LIMIT?! I BARELY SPEND MONEY ON FOOD, MUCH LESS ANY OTHER DAMN LUXUARY. HOW THE HELL CAN THIS BE HAPPENING?!?!?"

I clicked my cellular off and chucked it into the damn lake. Then I realized how long I've been on the phone: an hour and a half. Immediately, I rushed back inside half wishing Allenby had skived off thinkin' I ditched her. I was in for the surprise of my life when I entered the room.



The small, private room was now covered in different kinds of dishes. There were about four different kinds of chicken, beef, lamb, pork, and even some meat that I can't even pronounce. Allenby was sitting among the mountains of food that piled on our table and seven others as well.

"WHAT THE HELL???!!!" I yelled and rounded on her.

"What?" she asked pretending to be innocent. "I got a little hungry; you know that I cant get full just by eating salad!"

"You should," I mumbled and looked away, trying to omit the reality of the situation.

"Awww, come on!! Let's at least hang in the night club for a while, my favorite DJ's playing!!" In the other room, a very acclaimed DJ started mixing records. That room was about a hundred times bigger than ours and was filled with dancing bodies.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to hang for a while. I'm in hell anyway."

Allenby smiled and grabbed my arm in the direction of the hip nightclub. Our first stop was the bar. Allenby handed me a bottle of Bacardi. I drank slowly from it but she tipped the bottle over my head, sending the drink directly down my throat.

I felt my senses dull as I staggered to and fro. I was drunk, completely wasted. Well, it was the first time I've every tasted alcohol so what'd you expect? Allenby smiled at my being drunk.

"Are you drunk already?? C'mon, you're a Gundam fighter. You're tougher than that!!"

I grabbed her around the waist and nibbled her ear. "How bout we just go dance now?"

She smirked devilishly and unbuttoned the buttons on my tux shirt. "You. Me. Dance floor. Now." She grooved to the music as she moved gracefully towards the center. Stumbling after her, I ripped off my shirt and danced drunkenly. That was the last thing I remembered.

THE NEXT DAY

"Oww. where am I?" I had a killer hangover and my head felt like it'd been hit with a damn sledgehammer. I was half naked on the dance floor from the prior night. Empty booze bottles surrounded me and my breath smelled like crap. With much effort, I pushed myself up but fell down face first instantly. Groaning, I pushed myself up again and this time held onto a nearby table for support. The door opened and one of the employees came in, picking up the countless bottles of alcohol. She paid no attention to me at all.

"Excuse me, miss," I started. "My name's Albert and I wonder if you've seen my date, Allenby?"

The girl's head shot up. "YOU'RE ALBERT??"

I nodded uncertainly. "Umm . . . Yes I am. Hey! What are you doing?"

The girl grabbed my arm and steered me in the direction of the kitchen. She shoved me into the kitchen and whispered something in the head chef's ear. He also widened his eyes and stared shocked at me, then his shock turned into laughter.

"AHHH!!! So you're the generous young man who bought everyone champagne!!" His smile vanished as he asked, "Now how're you going to pay for it??"

"Relax," I said as I reached for my wallet, only to find that it was empty. "Where's Allenby??"

"Don't you know? The young woman who was with you paid for her meal and left. Such a trusting young woman, leaving her boyfriend in the middle of a drunken crowd."

My eyes flashed malevolently. "Allenby," I growled. "So this was your plan all along."

As I headed out the kitchen, two bouncers carried me back in. I struggled but was no match for them.

"What's going on?" I demanded.

"Well, your date was free to go since she paid her bill. But as for you." He pointed at the mountains of dirty dishes and then at the scrubs and rubber gloves. "Get to work.."

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Again, thanks so much for the advice. I appreciate it and hope you continue to read this fic. Are you liking this fic? If not, I welcome any advice or suggestions to make this story better. And if it's about the lack of appearance by the Shuffle Alliance, I am well aware of it and will try to include them in around Chapter 6.


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