Disclaimer: Still not my pool, but you have to admit the rat has really cool toys.
Drakken went to pay for the coffee and Panini sandwiches when he was stopped, "No, no, Signor Lipski, your money is no good here. You and your partner go and do some business, maybe you come back for supper, and Sophia will be back then. I really am fighting off the riff raff off of her; if but only a good man would take an interest in her…"
"Giovanni, you do me good by saying that, but she should really decide the matter herself, but I promise, if I am still in the area come time to have supper, then I will be back," Drakken said, and then turned to Shego. "Come, we must be on our rounds." The two chromatic individuals left the restaurant. Once clear of the door, Drakken sighed deeply.
"So, let me guess, Papa comps your meals when you come here because he wants to unload some homely daughter on you?" snarked Shego.
"Not every time, no, and Sophia is anything but homely. She is roughly five foot ten, long, thick, wavy black hair, blue eyes that penetrate the soul…" Drakken shook himself from his revelry, "And a body that would have done her well as a model in this town fine hundred years ago." He saw Shego's puzzled look, "She has hips that are made for birthing and a chest that could keep quintuplets full."
"Whoa, Doc," said Shego stopping him on the sidewalk, "a girl like that… and her daddy is trying to hook her up with YOU? No offence, but…"
"Yes, yes, Shego, I understand, but they do not see Drew Lipski, failure, nor do they see Doctor Drakken, but Signor Lipski, that comes in when he is in Milan for business, or to take a few days to recover from the stress of business." Drakken sighed. "I do feel bad about letting them continue on with their misgivings."
"We survive by the little lies we tell ourselves," shrugged Shego. "So, why hasn't she married yet, if she is all that you say? I know, daddy won't let her marry anyone, and she doesn't like-like you."
"No, she has given all the signs of being interested in me. That is one of the main reasons I was able to turn you down like I did with the modulator. It is just… well she is just eighteen. Her birthday was three weeks ago."
Shego's hands lit into a brilliant chartreuse glimmer, "She is just eighteen? What have you done to the girl?"
"Nothing, Shego, nothing, well, we have gone to the opera once; it was The Barber of Seville, wonderful. That reminds me, we may want to institute a cultural program for the legions when we get started, help round them out some, make them more affable to lull the world into complacence. We mostly just sit in her father's café and talk. She is very personable, and lets me ramble on for hours if I feel like it. Plus, she is quite intelligent; I do find myself attracted to her. Even if nothing happens between us, I will be paying her way through university, she deserves it, and even if Giovanni scrimps and saves then it probably still wouldn't be enough."
"And then she will be ingratiated to you…"
"No!" Drakken checked himself. "No, I would do it through an untraceable group that offers her a scholarship. I would never lord that over anyone Shego, you should know that. Even with the neural compliance chips…" Drakken started to walk again, "most would have had you and Kimberly doing things that would make millions on the internet. I didn't, because… well, even though I will admit as a red blooded male that I have wondered, it would go against everything in my conscience. I might build a robotic girlfriend, well attempt to build one, but to subjugate someone for my base desires like that?" Drew Lipski visually shuddered.
Shego looked chagrinned. "Yeah, sorry about that, but well, you know that I haven't had such a good track record with guys, I just… Let's drop it, okay?"
"That sounds like a very good idea, so, let's go shopping!"
Author's thanks: Thank you to Campy for pointing out a factual error. It has been corrected and on we go!
