A/N: so i had a whole author's note typed out, and then i accidentally hit the back button and it disappeared. er, so i wanted to say...thanks for reading, and i'm sorry i went so long without an update. the longest i've ever gone actually. i just had a case of writer's block plain and simple. i hated it, deleted it, wrote some more, deleted some more, and ended up here, with a short chapter. but it's something, and i'm looking forward to putting this chapter behind me and moving on!
i also wanted to thank everyone who has reviewed/encouraged me to continue. no worries about the continuing, this story will most definitely get finished! oh! and so i don't forget, if you guys all really like debs, please head over to .com and come hang out with us on the message board. we are still alive and kicking over there!
thanks!
kirax29
Max sat on the couch and yawned, leaning forward to grab her coffee mug from the table. Dominique sat beside her, staring blankly at the television. Dom took a drag of her cigarette and brought her cup of black coffee to her lips exhaling a cloud of smoke before drinking deeply. The Debs newsletter was sitting in Max's lap, open to an article about Endgame and Amy being named Deb of the Year. She turned her head to Dominique. "So who are you taking to Endgame? I mean, I know you have all these hookups, but I wasn't sure if you like…did uh…social things with them." Dominique looked pensive for a moment, and Max thought she caught a glimpse of a small smile that wasn't quite able to fully form on the French woman's lips. She seemed to catch herself and took another drag. "Never with them. But, ah, I do have a date." Max's eyebrows drew together, and one slowly rose as she tilted her head and studied Dom. "I don't think I have ever heard you say you have a 'date' before." Dominique shook her head and smirked.
Janet read the email for the fifth time, still not believing it. She forced her jaw closed and began reading one more time.
Hey J,
I would like to formally ask you to accompany me to your Deb Prom…er…Endgame. I know, I know, you are probably wondering to yourself, "Why would such a handsome man want to go with me to prom?" No really, I'm just kidding. So LD has this crazy need to be all romantic and stupid and entirely too visible and go to your Deb shindig. Obviously I won't let her go alone. So, I'm thinking you probably have a date already. If you do, I'm hoping you will dump his ass and go with me instead. If you don't, well, I'm your man. We will be incognito, so no worries there.
-S-
"Well it definitely says what I think it says." Janet hit reply, but was unsure of exactly how to reply. She needed to talk to Amy and find out if this was some kind of joke. Janet closed her laptop, and bounced off of her bed, straightening her sweater before walking out of the room. She walked to the end of the hallway and knocked on Amy's door. Upon hearing a muffled, "Come in!" she turned the knob and swung the door open. Janet leaned on the door frame. "What are you doing?" Amy waved an arm at the books and papers all over her bed. "Studying. What's up?" Janet walked into Amy's room, shutting the door behind her. She turned her head to look at Amy, ponytail swinging around her head. "I got the strangest email from Scud. He asked me to…" Amy fell to her side on the bed and began laughing. "Did he…ask you…to Endgame?" Amy managed to stammer out the question between bouts of giggles. Janet sat on the edge of Amy's bed and smiled, squealing with delight. "Are they really coming to Endgame with us?" Amy grinned and nodded. "Not that I know how they are going to pull it off. Lucy said to be ready to go and they will pick us up."
Scud looked through his closet for the hundredth time. "Luce, I have no idea what you think we can get away with, but I'm not so sure partying with a bunch of Debs is one of those things." Lucy glared at him. "Of course it is, we just have to have the right plan and equipment to carry out said plan." Scud sighed. "But that's usually where I come in. I really don't have an inkling of how we are gonna do this." The jewel-thief motioned toward the closet. "Scud, I think we will know it when we see it." Scud crossed his arms and studied the hangers. He turned toward his desk and grabbed his glasses, sliding the frames onto his face. Lucy glanced at him and froze. "Uh, what, Luce?" "Ha! Now we are getting somewhere!" Scud just stared at her, completely puzzled. "Glasses! That's step one! Oh, and maybe fake mustaches!" Scud burst out laughing. "You are going to look completely ridiculous with a mustache." "But Scud, everyone thinks Amy is straight. I'm totally going to this thing as a dude. When I said we needed the right equipment…ha!" Scud covered his face with his hands. Seriously?