Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, or the characters there of.

Author's Notes: I would like to thank all those that have already reviewed. Given the interest, I may spin off a full length story from this, or I may not. I would like to work through some of the other stories that I have already started, but have stalled.

Monique sighed as she raised the metal gate for Club Banana. The excitement of the night before was now tempered with the everyday experience of work. With a heavy CLUNK, the gate reached the top of the climb and she unlocked the glass doors and prepared for the inane glut of fashion unconscious zombies that plagued her existence.

She shook her head as to how mindless people were of fashion when they were shopping in one of the true havens of the fashion conscious. They thought that they knew what they were doing, but, in truth, they were far from it. She smiled when she smelled the coffee from the office.

Normally she wasn't a coffee person, but the late night happenings that had occurred convinced her that is what she needed. The dance was awesome; she had to admit. She was totally shocked when Brikk asked her to dance. She wasn't one for jocks, but Brikk had showed personality when he cheered for Ron and Kim when they came back.

She smiled at the memory. He was a bit sweaty from dancing, and he, well, glistened. His chest was so hard when he held her close and she put her head on it. His scent was…

She shook her head out of the revelry and sighed once again. She watched the regular mall walkers pass by and wave to her. The old couples keeping active were an accepted background of the early morning mall culture. She smiled again as she waved back, thinking what it would be like to be walking like that with Brikk fifty years from now.

"Head out of the clouds and back in the game, no way that anything like that would happen."

She literally pushed it out of her mind as she started straightening up and reorganizing displays for the new sale items. She was broken out of her mindless, to her, task by the entrance bell going off. She looked up and saw him, that Adonis of the Middleton grid iron.

Her heart went to racing and her breath grew short. "Down girl, he's probably just lost," she whispered to herself. Approaching him and waving she said, "Hi, Brikk, welcome to Club Banana. How may I help you?"

He smiled at her out of his apparent confusion. He smiled, at ME! She thought in her mindscape that was now filling with music.

"Hey, Monique, I was hoping you would be here when I couldn't get you at your house."

Monique was at a loss for words. He had gotten her number, from somewhere and tried to call her?

"So, uh, I was wondering… Well, I liked dancing with you and all last night… I have these tickets for tonight… You probably don't want to go, but… Well if you would like I have an extra one… If not, I guess, you know, we could do something else."

Monique tried to follow his broken speech pattern. She looked at him confused and saw the tickets in his hand. Any other night she would have jumped at the chance, but tonight was the GWA Slamarama Pay-Per-View. It was in Upperton, but had been sold out for months.

Then she looked closer at the tickets. She could make out GWA at the top of the ticket. Her jaw dropped. "Are those Slamarama tickets?" she asked breathlessly.

"Uh, yeah, my folks got them for me. I managed to pull some decent grades and they gave them to me."

Monique reached out tentatively, "May I see them?"

"Sure," Brikk said as he put them into her outstretched hand. He was shocked that she had showed ANY interest in them. Bonnie would have knocked them out of his hand. Tara would have given him her blank look. The few gears in his head ground as he tried to shift into the mindset to accept that there was a girl that was actually interested in wrestling.

"OH MY GOD! These are first row tickets! Brikk, do you know what this means?"

"No one will be in front of me?"

"No, well, yes, but also that you can see EVERYTHING! I mean the sweat, the blood, everything."

"So, uh, would you like to go?"

"Oh, yeah, boyfriend, I get out of here at four today. I will be ready to be picked up at five. Do you have the new Pain King T-Shirt?"

"Yeah, I was planning on wearing it."

"I have it also, well the baby doll one anyway. We will match." Monique looked up at him from the tickets and handed them back to him. "So does this include supper also?"

"Well, since we have to head to Upperton, I was thinking about grabbing some Bueno Nacho."

Monique grinned at the Quarterback and just nodded. Tonight, she knew, was going to be perfect.

"So, I guess I'll see you at five when I pick you up."

"You sure will."