Ten days since Cassandra and Tommy arrived. Kim and Shego have just arrived at the house. Upstairs, Ron is sleeping on the bed, blankets pulled over his head. Cassandra and Tommy were in the guest room. Adam was asleep on the couch feet over the back, and head hanging down off the front.
"Adam?" Shego called, as she entered the living room. "Adam?" She called again, louder this time. There was a mutter from the couch, the cleanest thing in the now cluttered living room. "Adam?" This time it was almost a yell. It startled him, and he fell off the couch with a dull thud.
"Don't. Do. That." He replied in an almost whisper, and the harsh throated sound of someone who had a terrible hangover, and had far too much liqour the night before.
"Sorry. Did you enjoy yourselves?" Shego asked.
"Yes, I did." Adam replied, reaching for a small silver flask at the end of the table. He took a swig of whatever was in it, and crashed his head into the steel coffee table. "God's, that's almost worse than the hangover." Shego wasn't paying attention to him any more though.
"Who is that?" Shego asked, pointing and glaring. Adam pulled himself up the couch, and peered over the back. Cassandra was standing there, wearing only a pair of sweat pants.
"What's all the racket?" She asked, rubbing at sleepy eyes.
"This is Shego, my girlfriend. Could you put a shirt on?" Adam asked quietly. Cassandra's mind seemed to catch up with the rest of her and she flushed red, from about the waist up, and disappeared down the hall. She returned a few moments later, now wearing a bright blue T-shirt, and a sheepish grin. Tommy appeared behind her.
"Something the matter?" He asked. He wasn't wearing a shirt either, but Adam just slapped his forehead, and slid down the couch.
"Shego, might I introduce my sister, Cassandra Marcae, and her fianceƩ, Thomas Norioya." Adam intoned, waving in the general direction of the two over the back of the couch. "They don't normally forget shirts, but we were up late last night, and it's getting to us." He pushed himself up. "Cassie, Tommy, this is Shego, my girlfriend." He collapsed back to the couch, and fell straight back to sleep.
"Ron?" Kim called softly. There was a thud and a muttering noise from the room Ron and she normally shared, and then a grunt of pain. A moment later, Ron stumbled out of the room, fully dressed, though the clothes looked slept in, and he was trailing a comforter from the bed from one ankle.
"Hey KP." He grinned, rubbing at his eyes. "How are you?" He asked, kicking away the blanket, and crossing the distance to give her a hug.
"I'm fine, what about you? Your letters were a bit mysterious." Kim asked.
"We had a bit of trouble with Monkey Fist, and well... Let's just say, that we need to catch up. But first." He leaned forwards, and kissed her. She sighed and relaxed into the kiss. "Now, we can catch up." He whispered just a touch breathlessly.
"That's the last of the bags." Genny announced, stepping into the kitchen. "Anything else you need?"
"An explanation would be nice." Adam coughed from the door way.
"It's a long story." Genny confessed.
"Don't worry, time is something I'm not likely to run out of." He commented as he sat at the table. Genny settled to the other side.
"Well, see it happened like this..." Genny began.
Next, the re-write of The Unintentional Vacation of Ron, then Road Trip, and then Of Dragon Soul's.
