"Hustle! Why are you going so fast?"
"I'm sorry," Hustle said, slowing down, "it's in my nature. Besides, your dad scares the crap out of me!"
"Yeah, he does that. Don't sweat it. Come on, honey, calm down." She gently took his hand and massaged it, looking at him with her beautiful brown eyes, smiling slightly. Hustle smiled back, caressing her gloved hand. He looked back to the road, turned into the parking lot, and parked.
"Ready?" Hustle asked.
"Wait," Jen said. "There is one thing I forgot."
"What?"
"This," She leaned in close and pressed her lips onto his, instantly melting his heart. He gave into the kiss until he heard an impatient tap on the car window. He whipped his head around, hoping not to see a cop. Luckily it was Brain laughing at him.
"Ha ha, very funny," Hustle said getting out of the car. Jen started to get out when Hustle shouted, "No! Don't you dare touch that door! Let me get it for you."
"You and your accursed chivalry," she muttered, but as he opened her door he saw a joking glint in her eyes. Her eyes. Hustle could talk about those all day, how beautiful they were, all the laughter and light contained inside was more powerful than a Chaos Emerald.
"So, Brian, who did you bring tonight?"
"A very fine vixen by the name of, well, Vixen."
A beautiful fox walked up who wasn't wearing much more than enough to cover her underwear. Hustle instantly looked away, knowing that Jen would disapprove of even glancing in her direction. Jen looked at Hustle and laughed, thinking to herself I've trained him well!
"Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Hustle and this is my more-than-lovely date Jen."
"Hi, Jen, it's good to meet you, I mean, like, Brian has told me so much about you!"
"Oh, really?" Hustle and Jen said together.
Brian just smiled and walked into Edaseo's.
Once inside, they sat in a booth, each couple to a side. They sat talking and laughing as any teenagers would when the waiter came up and took their orders. Hustle and Jen got their usual: a big plate of spaghetti and a side of breadsticks and salad, while Brian and Vixen got some shrimp scampi and some weird mushroom sauté.
"So, Hustle," Vixen said, "Brian tells me that you're quite the little hero, saving the day. I've gotta tell ya, you make a great sidekick!"
"'Sidekick'? Brian, what have you—"
"Yes! Sidekick! Oh, he's just great!" Brian was sweating now, nervously motioning Hustle to go along with the story.
Fine, Brian, but you're going to pay for this! Hustle took a long swig from his root beer when he felt a buzzing in his pocket. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his cell phone, but something was wrong.
"Wait a minute," Hustle said, pulling out his Chaos Communicator, the real cause of the vibration. "Uh-oh…"
Brian pulled his out as well and the two exchanged looks. They hit the answer button and holographic images floated above the handhelds. It was James and Ben's faces staring out at them, a worried and anxious look on their face.
"Guys," James said, "We've got trouble."