After a shower Shego ventured downstairs for some food. Fighting always made her hungry. To her surprise however Drakken had made them dinner already, and set it up on a fancy table…with candles lit. She stopped dead in her tracks. Every fiber of her being was screaming 'TRAP!' so she turned to run away and ran right into Dr. Drakken. He grabbed her around the shoulders and led her back to the table.
"Come Shego I know you always work up an appetite after working out." Every once in a while Drakken liked to have these little dinners together with Shego as though they were a couple. He knew they weren't but being a mad scientist bent on world domination tended to cut into one's social schedule. Plus he was always counting on the day he'd get her hammered enough to sleep with him. After all, he was still a guy and a loser. And he worked with a girl like Shego who didn't just leave him though she had every right to.
He continued refilling her wine glass which was also spiked with whiskey, all the while continuing to try and justify himself. 'Well let's see, first off I am evil. So it's not like I'm being out of character here. Second, Shego has it coming to her. She's always flirting and nothing ever happens to her. And mostly I'm very lonely and she's convenient.' She downed her glass again and stared at him sleepily with glazed over eyes and a plastered on grin.
She had felt her inhibitions slipping since the moment she sat down. But with all the things running through her head she wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or her mind that was making Drakken hotter by the second. She felt the glass slip out of her hands and onto the floor below. She felt her body sway and her eyes close and next thing she knew on the floor. She passed out again right as she felt someone picking her up and carrying her off.
Her passing out had not been part of the plan. But then he supposed she was already drained from sparring that she wouldn't have been much fun anyways. After he set her down on the couch he went back to clean up the spill. When he returned he saw her sprawled out on the couch. Ignoring whatever thoughts he was having he carried her upstairs once again. After setting her down in his bed he then climbed in himself after undressing. 'I hope she'll have a bad enough headache in the morning to not kill me for this,' was his last thought before sleep consumed him.