A/N: Sorry for the long delay. Honestly, I'm not one for excuses, and I really don't like reading them either :) I am still having a nasty case of writer's block, and this just took a while. Again. But know this, fearless readers, I have this nagging thing in the back of my brain that tells me I would never ever be able to leave something unfinished. It's like an OCD thing. So, apologies for the wait. I wanted to know what happened too. Yeah, this is a short chapter, but it's better than no chapter, and hopefully I'll be back on track for more regular updates. Thanks to those of you who have reviewed, whether privately, or publicly. I'm never one to beg for em, and they certainly don't make me write any faster, but I don't mind reading what you have to say. Drop a line. It's nice to know someone is reading.
Without further ado, Chapter 28.
Amy wiped tears from the corners of her eyes just managing to get her laughter under control. For the past half hour she had been receiving picture texts of Lucy wearing different styles of fake mustaches, fake beards, and the last one had contained Lucy with Wolverine sideburns. She picked up a textbook, and began trying to read a chapter – again. Her phone chirped again and the blonde rolled her eyes and picked it up, smiling to herself. Laughter bubbled up once again as she clicked open the pic to find Lucy with a large mustache stuck to her forehead giving her a large unibrow, just like Bert from Sesame Street, while Scud had a pink handlebar mustache and a monocle in his left eye. Amy shook her head and thought, "This is never going to work…and for that matter, neither is studying. I need some fresh air." She pulled her legs out from under her and hopped off of the bed.
Dominique glanced around the living room before retrieving her cellphone from the small hidden pocket in her ridiculously small Deb issued skirt. It had vibrated a moment before, and she knew there was only one person she could possibly have a text from. She tapped the wake button and her suspicions were confirmed. Nathan. Had she been anyone else, a sigh would have escaped her lips. Being Dominique, however, she merely allowed one corner of her mouth to quirk up slightly. "Looking forward to the pleasure of your company at Endgame." She couldn't help herself this time and a tiny giggle sounded. A gasping, choking sound broke the Frenchwoman from her rather girly daydream. Max stood in the kitchen doorway, one hand over her mouth and coffee dripping through her fingers. Sputtering and still gasping for breath, Max managed to choke out a question. "Was…that…*cough* you?!" She waved her hand out at Dom. "No no no, I really don't want to know. This day is strange enough already." The squad leader turned, ready to head back into the kitchen for a rag to clean up the puddle of coffee she had spat onto the floor. Max paused, looking back briefly at Dominique and shook her head.
Janet walked out of Target and right into someone, hard, dropping her purse and landing on her ass. "Ow! That really hurt!" She looked down at her sweater and noticed her Debs watch had snagged on it. She gasped, while staring at the dangling threads. "I don't know who you are, but you ruined my sweater!" She looked up, ready to explode on someone, and stared right into Amy's surprised and slightly amused face. "Janet! I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking…" It was then that Amy looked down to help Janet pick up her purse. What she saw strewn about the sidewalk caused laughter to bubble up and she started cramming items back into the purse frantically. Janet's face turned bright red and she stood up. "It's not what it looks…oh hell, Amy, stop laughing!"
"I was gonna ask if you wanted to join me for some shopping, but I see you are done here!" Amy tried to take another sneak peak in Janet's bag. "That dress is gorgeous, but how do you get the anti-theft tags off of…" Janet glared at the other blonde. Amy threw her hands up in defense. "Alright, alright! I'll lay off. You wanna hit up the mall with me? I still need a dress." Janet smirked. "I know all the best places. Let's go!"
Max flipped through the contact list of her phone one more time. Who the hell am I going to take to Endgame? She was seriously flummoxed. This was really never a problem she had had before. Max really never went the relationship route, but she had always dated semi frequently. She'd met enough guys around the firing range, or in her hand to hand combat classes. For some reason, she just couldn't find a date to Endgame and she was running out of time. She sighed, put her head in her hand, and did the one thing she really, really didn't want to. Her finger tapped a button on her phone. "Hey. You are going with me, as my date, to Endgame." She listened for a moment, eyebrows drawing together in already forming frustration. I really don't want to do this, but I don't have a choice. "Just…just stop blubbering, I'm not giving you a choice. You will drop whoever you said you would go with, and you are going with me." She tapped the button to hang up and tossed her phone to the foot of her bed. Idiot.