Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
Chapter Nine: A New Year's Confrontation
It had been a week or two since All Scares Day and tonight was New Years Eve. Finally it was the end of the work- day at Monsters, Inc. and all it's employees were being allowed to leave to go begin celebrating.
Randall signed the scare report for the day and handed it to Fungus. He looked over into the station next to his to see Slike finishing up with her scare report and giving it to Thrasher also.
"Got any plans for tonight?" He asked. She shrugged before saying,
"No, not really. Just the usual New Years stuff. You?"
"Nothing."
"Hey! Then that settles it! Since both of us aren't doing anything, we can celebrate it together!" And before Randall could reply, Slike started to leave. She got to the end of the hall- way, in front of Roz's desk and turned around. "Coming?"
"Fine, just don't get drunk. Monsters on New Year's sometimes get drunk. I can imagine you drunk, and its not pretty." To add the effect he shuddered slightly.
"Ugh, me drunk? Never, just for that you are going to get it."
"I'm terrified really." He ended sarcastically as he caught up with her.
"You should be."
After grabbing their jackets, as it was as cold as ever, they left the factory. It was already around nine o'clock when they arrived at the place Randall had taken her on the 'tour' of Monstropolis. They sat at the same table they had last time and ordered the same usual.
"So, Randall, have any New Year's resolutions?" Slike asked setting down her empty glass.
"I guess, breaking the Scare Record before Sullevin, not really anything else. What about you?" Slike visibly blushed and looked down at the ground.
"Me? I don't have any resolutions." She said quickly, a little too quickly.
"Do you know how badly you lie? You're holding out on me, spill it." She bit her bottom lip before muttering,
"Find someone right for me, you know all that stuff." Rather shocked, Randall recovered himself and placed a smirk on his face. "Boggs, I swear if you tell anyone I will," Slike held up her top two hands and made a violent strangling motion in the air.
"Me tell someone? No, then I couldn't use it as blackmail anymore." He choked while trying to hold down a laugh as she hissed threateningly at him, balling her hand that was resting on the table into a fist. "So, do you have anyone in mind?"
"If I did, I wouldn't tell you because,"
"Aw, don't trust me? I'm hurt."
"Because you are an irritating, annoying,"
"Charming, handsome,"
"Egotistical, obnoxious,"
"Sly, cunning,"
"Carnivorous, daft, psychotic maniac of a lizard."
"I feel so loved, hints the sarcasm."
"I could have caught it without your help." Several minutes passed without any talking. Then Slike stated, "I'm bored."
"Yippee for you."
"You're no help." Then she grinned; it turned into one of those 'I've got an idea' grins that only meant trouble. "I have an idea."
"I could tell."
"Let's play Truth- or- Dare."
"You have to be kidding." He stared at her and saw that she wasn't.
"I go first. Truth or dare?"
"Truth." He wasn't stupid enough to choose a dare. Slike was an interesting individual and he didn't even want to begin thinking about what she might say for dare.
"Did you enjoy kissing me?" Ok, forget that, Randall thought, any dare would be better than this. He stared at her, gulped, before she said, "Answer me."
"Ah.... I can't say that I didn't enjoy it. I mean what guy would turn down kissing someone?"
"HA! Now we are even! I have blackmail on you; you've got it on me. So there."
"My turn. Truth or Dare?"
"No, you don't get a turn. You didn't want to play remember?"
"That's not fare! I answered a question, and a humiliating one at that, so now it's my turn."
"Life is not always fare." She smirked at him and leaned back in her chair.
"Women." He muttered again. He'd never understand them; they were too complicated.
Several hours later, around eleven o'clock, the restaurant and the bar section of the building were getting pretty filled up. So they decided to leave. Once outside Randall glanced over at Slike to see she was a little more, happy than usual.
"Slike, are you ok?" He asked stepping back slightly.
"Never better, why do you ask?" She grinned.
"You're drunk aren't you?"
"Buddy, you'd know if I was drunk. Right now I'm not." She sat down onto a park bench that over looked a small section of Monstropolis Park. He set down on the other end of it crossing his bottom two sets of legs.
"Twenty- nine, twenty- eight, twenty seven, twenty six," Slike suddenly started counting.
"What are you doing?" He asked interrupting her.
"Counting down till midnight. Twenty-three, twenty- two,"
"Thirty-four, thirty- three, thirty- two,"
"Eighteen, Seventeen, Sixteen," She continued more loudly, clamping her hands down over the sides of her head, drowning him out. "Ten, nine, eight, seven,"
"Twelve, eleven,"
"Ten, no! Five, four, three,"
"Six,"
"One!" Off in the distance there was a lot of shouting and fire works were being set off. "Happy New Year."
"Yeah, you too." Slike rolled her eyes at how un-enthusiastic he was being. Then she saw the couple on the bench a few yards down the road having a make- out session. "Is that... Wazowski and Celia?"
"Where?" Randall leaned back and looked past Slike to see what she was talking about. "My poor eyes!" He quickly looked away and rubbed his eyes. "They're scarred!"
"No kidding." Slike turned her head and stared down at the grass. "That horrible image is going to be branded into my head for weeks."
"I am going to need some serious therapy to get rid of that picture." He sighed and cracked his knuckles. "Never thought I'd be spending New Year's with you."
"Well if you don't like the idea of me, think of spending it with a friend. I better get home. Parker locks the door in twenty minutes. See ya." And then without giving him warning, she leaned over, and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. Without another word, she stood up and left, leaving him sitting there on the park bench in shock. He sat there staring ahead of him for a few minutes before a small smile came onto his face.
"Enjoying yourssssssself?" Randall shot up and spun around to see Parker, the long green and blue reptilian snake, leaning up against a tree with his two arms crossed.
"What are you talking about?" Randall growled glaring at the snake.
"If you know what'ssssssss good for you, ssssstay away from my girl." With that he turned and slithered back into the darkness.
Don't get too mad yet, you'll see what happens next. ~_^ --- Nox
Chapter Nine: A New Year's Confrontation
It had been a week or two since All Scares Day and tonight was New Years Eve. Finally it was the end of the work- day at Monsters, Inc. and all it's employees were being allowed to leave to go begin celebrating.
Randall signed the scare report for the day and handed it to Fungus. He looked over into the station next to his to see Slike finishing up with her scare report and giving it to Thrasher also.
"Got any plans for tonight?" He asked. She shrugged before saying,
"No, not really. Just the usual New Years stuff. You?"
"Nothing."
"Hey! Then that settles it! Since both of us aren't doing anything, we can celebrate it together!" And before Randall could reply, Slike started to leave. She got to the end of the hall- way, in front of Roz's desk and turned around. "Coming?"
"Fine, just don't get drunk. Monsters on New Year's sometimes get drunk. I can imagine you drunk, and its not pretty." To add the effect he shuddered slightly.
"Ugh, me drunk? Never, just for that you are going to get it."
"I'm terrified really." He ended sarcastically as he caught up with her.
"You should be."
After grabbing their jackets, as it was as cold as ever, they left the factory. It was already around nine o'clock when they arrived at the place Randall had taken her on the 'tour' of Monstropolis. They sat at the same table they had last time and ordered the same usual.
"So, Randall, have any New Year's resolutions?" Slike asked setting down her empty glass.
"I guess, breaking the Scare Record before Sullevin, not really anything else. What about you?" Slike visibly blushed and looked down at the ground.
"Me? I don't have any resolutions." She said quickly, a little too quickly.
"Do you know how badly you lie? You're holding out on me, spill it." She bit her bottom lip before muttering,
"Find someone right for me, you know all that stuff." Rather shocked, Randall recovered himself and placed a smirk on his face. "Boggs, I swear if you tell anyone I will," Slike held up her top two hands and made a violent strangling motion in the air.
"Me tell someone? No, then I couldn't use it as blackmail anymore." He choked while trying to hold down a laugh as she hissed threateningly at him, balling her hand that was resting on the table into a fist. "So, do you have anyone in mind?"
"If I did, I wouldn't tell you because,"
"Aw, don't trust me? I'm hurt."
"Because you are an irritating, annoying,"
"Charming, handsome,"
"Egotistical, obnoxious,"
"Sly, cunning,"
"Carnivorous, daft, psychotic maniac of a lizard."
"I feel so loved, hints the sarcasm."
"I could have caught it without your help." Several minutes passed without any talking. Then Slike stated, "I'm bored."
"Yippee for you."
"You're no help." Then she grinned; it turned into one of those 'I've got an idea' grins that only meant trouble. "I have an idea."
"I could tell."
"Let's play Truth- or- Dare."
"You have to be kidding." He stared at her and saw that she wasn't.
"I go first. Truth or dare?"
"Truth." He wasn't stupid enough to choose a dare. Slike was an interesting individual and he didn't even want to begin thinking about what she might say for dare.
"Did you enjoy kissing me?" Ok, forget that, Randall thought, any dare would be better than this. He stared at her, gulped, before she said, "Answer me."
"Ah.... I can't say that I didn't enjoy it. I mean what guy would turn down kissing someone?"
"HA! Now we are even! I have blackmail on you; you've got it on me. So there."
"My turn. Truth or Dare?"
"No, you don't get a turn. You didn't want to play remember?"
"That's not fare! I answered a question, and a humiliating one at that, so now it's my turn."
"Life is not always fare." She smirked at him and leaned back in her chair.
"Women." He muttered again. He'd never understand them; they were too complicated.
Several hours later, around eleven o'clock, the restaurant and the bar section of the building were getting pretty filled up. So they decided to leave. Once outside Randall glanced over at Slike to see she was a little more, happy than usual.
"Slike, are you ok?" He asked stepping back slightly.
"Never better, why do you ask?" She grinned.
"You're drunk aren't you?"
"Buddy, you'd know if I was drunk. Right now I'm not." She sat down onto a park bench that over looked a small section of Monstropolis Park. He set down on the other end of it crossing his bottom two sets of legs.
"Twenty- nine, twenty- eight, twenty seven, twenty six," Slike suddenly started counting.
"What are you doing?" He asked interrupting her.
"Counting down till midnight. Twenty-three, twenty- two,"
"Thirty-four, thirty- three, thirty- two,"
"Eighteen, Seventeen, Sixteen," She continued more loudly, clamping her hands down over the sides of her head, drowning him out. "Ten, nine, eight, seven,"
"Twelve, eleven,"
"Ten, no! Five, four, three,"
"Six,"
"One!" Off in the distance there was a lot of shouting and fire works were being set off. "Happy New Year."
"Yeah, you too." Slike rolled her eyes at how un-enthusiastic he was being. Then she saw the couple on the bench a few yards down the road having a make- out session. "Is that... Wazowski and Celia?"
"Where?" Randall leaned back and looked past Slike to see what she was talking about. "My poor eyes!" He quickly looked away and rubbed his eyes. "They're scarred!"
"No kidding." Slike turned her head and stared down at the grass. "That horrible image is going to be branded into my head for weeks."
"I am going to need some serious therapy to get rid of that picture." He sighed and cracked his knuckles. "Never thought I'd be spending New Year's with you."
"Well if you don't like the idea of me, think of spending it with a friend. I better get home. Parker locks the door in twenty minutes. See ya." And then without giving him warning, she leaned over, and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. Without another word, she stood up and left, leaving him sitting there on the park bench in shock. He sat there staring ahead of him for a few minutes before a small smile came onto his face.
"Enjoying yourssssssself?" Randall shot up and spun around to see Parker, the long green and blue reptilian snake, leaning up against a tree with his two arms crossed.
"What are you talking about?" Randall growled glaring at the snake.
"If you know what'ssssssss good for you, ssssstay away from my girl." With that he turned and slithered back into the darkness.
Don't get too mad yet, you'll see what happens next. ~_^ --- Nox