Disclaimer: Well now this will be the first attempt at a serious story. Well as serious as I can get. Disney owns Kim Possible. I own umm not much.
To be Whole Again.
Chapter 4.
It was a perfect evening for a date. The weather albeit humid was nice. Zita arrived at the Japanese restaurant on time. She was dressed in a simple yet beautiful black dress. She was greeted by the person at the door. "Hello. Is this a table for one?" Said the greeter.
"No. I'm meeting someone. Ron Stoppable. Has he arrived?" Said Zita.
"He's sitting at the bar. I will be by to seat you two soon." Said the greeter.
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Ron was a very very very Very VEry VERy VERY nervous guy. He felt like he was going in two directions at once. One direction was finally accepting the fact that his wife was gone and will never return. And the other direction was that of a future with someone else. He knew that he was reading too much into a first date. But it was like dating a limb from his own body. Zita and Ron we're alike in so many ways that it felt like they were two hemispheres of the same brain. Ron started to twitch a little more as he saw her approach. God she was Hot!. He felt that he picked right with his outfit. He was in a nice black silk shirt with a pair of tan slacks. Simple yet elegant. As she approached, he downed a shot of Saki The warm liquid went smoothly down his throat. "Hey Zita." Said Ron.
"I hope you didn't have to wait long." Said Zita as she took in his appearance. Damn I didn't know he could look that good. Zita thought as a similar thought played in Ron's head.
"No not really. I say we find a place to sit and kick off this date right." Said Ron in a octave higher than his normal voice.
"Nervous?" Said Zita with a chuckle as she watched the blond turn red.
"A bit. It's been a while since I've dated someone and I've had a bit of a bad track record with dates." Said Ron as the image of accidentally setting Tara's dress on fire during their third date flashed into his mind.
"As long as it's with you. This will not be a bad date." Said Zita as they were seated next to a indoor koi pool.
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Dinner went smoothly. Ron was a gracious gentleman. Zita felt like she was being treated like royalty. She felt so good. Of course it could be all the Saki flowing through her system. They left after finishing their meal. Ron looked into her eyes and said. "I'm having fun. I don't want this night to end. Let's go to Sweet Dreams." Upon mentioning the karaoke bar Zita lit up and said.
"Sure. As long as you listen to me sing a Kelly Clarkson song." She said.
"As long as you deal with a Devo song from me." Said Ron. They laughed and headed to the bar.
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Zita began to sing slightly off key until she got the rhythm down. "Anytime you need love, You're in my heart. Let me be the one that can make it all right." She sang with her heart and soul. As well as three beers in her system. Ron was clapping for her when she finished. She flushed slightly as he gave her a big hug. "It's your turn now." Said Zita as she sat down and poured another glass of beer from the pitcher. Ron decided to sing Whip It. He even used the mike cord as a make shift whip for the chorus. They sang (Or slightly butchered) several songs that night. When the bar closed at four in the morning. They decided to continue the night at Zita's place.
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They toppled over each other as Zita unlocked the door and opened it. Landing in a heap on the floor. They laughed. Toby looked at his owner in a strange manner and decided to go to his cat bed and let the humans have fun. Zita started a pot of coffee. "Ron do you want to crash here?" She asked as she took off her shoes.
"Sure. I'll take the couch." Said Ron as he took his shoes as well.
"My bed's big enough." Said Zita with a suggestive wink.
Author's note.
I hope y'all liked this chapter. I've been in a slump since I've been operating off of about three hours of sleep a day. My daughter has decided that sleep is not an option for her anymore. That and a wonky work schedule has left me with very little writing time. Please review if it strikes your fancy.
Erik