Not so committed? anymore

It wasn't that Helen no longer loved Bob or anything, she just felt that ever since the fire incident there relationship seemed...weird. Robert showed he could easily take care of here, but he also risked his life while being Mr. Incredible. It was an unwritten code that no super was left behind unless the situation was dire, Helen felt that he should have just left her. She was out of a daze, but with the help of her suit she would have been able to survive...correct? No one can be positive about 'what ifs' though, so she decided not to think about it right now and just focus on this guy before her. Rodney, Roger, ...Rodger that was his name. She nearly forgot. Pasting a false smile on her face she continued dancing with the man while secretly sending Rebecca and Honey looks over his shoulder. This guy was short.

"She looks so...upset," Rebecca whispered into Honey's ear. Rebecca was always aware of other's moods because she was so young. She wondered how she got to spend time with her older friends, but she never really questioned them. They were older by a few years, but no where near the age of a midlife crisis. Cracking a quick grin at Helen's frantic mouthing as Rodger pulled her closer to him she couldn't help but giggle.

Helen pushed herself away from him. "I'm not a blanket you can just cuddle up with you know," she growled. She was trying to keep her temper under control. She hated being touched inappropriately, even if this guy wasn't really doing that, she felt uncomfortable around him, and if it wasn't for the fact everyone else was dancing she probably wouldn't dismissed the guy entirely. She laughed mentally at the thought. It somewhat reminded her of the time she had to let 'Gamma Jack' go. He was a handsome guy but...man he had some mental issues. He was so obsessed with saving the world it was...ridiculous. And he radiation outburst with his mood swings were alarming and a bit frightening. Not to mention his incredibly picky eating, no food touching other food. Nothing too salty, nothing too sweet. Everything had to be perfect with that man. Oh and his 'super' rants, he always bashed humans, Helen swore the guy hated his own parents. But Elastigirl liked her freedom anyway, so it didn't bother her much when she finally dropped the perfectionist. 'I thought I learned my lesson about dating coworkers...'

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The music could be heard outside of the "club" as they approached the building. Robert and Lucius were dressed to impress as usual, them being natural womanizers and all. No one topped Lucius though, while Robert tended to grab more girls, he was too much of a adorable puppy to not stay committed to whomever he was dating at the time. But seriously, is that really a flaw? Lucius however was another story entirely, he often attracted the type that was too idiotic to notice he was just "making out" with her sister, or you get my point. While the two men entered though the cracked fiberglass doors they both immediately noticed a familiar frowning women on the dance floor, positioned uncomfortably with a short, somewhat stubby guy with a "bad hairdo" as Robert noted. However, the two weren't going to announce they were here just yet, first they had to spy...naturally. So instead of automatically attempted to get with someone, the two decided to grab a seat and enjoy two martinis...that they probably shouldn't have grabbed. It's not smart trusting alcohol from these places.

Robert wasn't too good at the 'non-obvious' approach when it came to spying on woman. If that woman had a mask on and was trying to destroy something sure, but there were rarely any woman villains anyways. So as the blue eyes scanned over the auburn "princess" he couldn't notice the wrinkle of her nose and utter disgusted vibe she was sending off. Yet this guy she was dancing with was completely...oblivious. He never quit...

"Bob," Lucius said, interrupting his thoughts.

"Huh?" Robert quickly replied, a bit unfocused.

"You look like a lost dog, looks like Elastigirl's really got that collar tight on you."

"Collar? Ha, I'm the one with the leash and the owner papers. If I really wanted her right now I'd walk over to her, why rush over there when I can easily enjoy the party over here?"

"Ha, like I believe that. You lie a lot Bob. Keep lying and you're going to forget what's true."

"Words of drunken wisdom?"

"Yeah, like a martini is really going to get me drunk."

"Then you must be speaking words of ridiculous 'wisdom'."

"Hey Bob, believe whatever you'd like, but either she's going to spot you and make you come over, or you're going to go over to here because you're getting sick of seeing that scowl on her face."

Robert replied with a simple murmur with meaningless words. Lucius was right...again. He really hated being best friends with the guy sometimes. It's unnatural to have someone who can read your emotions and analyze your words like that. Best was a good friend, but sometimes too good of a friend.

"Maybe I am getting sick of her scowl...so what?" Bob mumbled to himself. He suddenly felt someone bump into his seat as he turned around. He saw it was a girl...a very young and familiar girl. He squinted some. "Rebecca?" he asked.

The teenage girl quickly perked up. "Oh, hi, hello, um..." She had done it again, forgotten his real name. Her mind only told her Mr. Incredible, and something else in a woodpecker's dialect that she was not going to think about. She laughed nervously, wondering if she should tell Helen he was here. Oliver would grow suspicious of her if she talked to him alone though. Thinking quickly she quickly grabbed Honey and forced her to sit down next to her. "BOB!" she suddenly shouted out remembering. 'Smart move Becca...'

Of course that name had caught Helen's attention, even if it wasn't easily heard over the band's music. She scanned around the direction where it was coming from, and she made out that muscular figure with perfect blond hair and blue eyes free from that mask. She blushed a bit for some unknowing reason and while shoving Rodger aside she was attempting to think out her next move. The blasting music blocked out all other thoughts. She didn't want to be seen like this, it was embarrassing! Short shorts, obnoxious whiff of perfume, and freakishly glittery eyes. The only thing she could think of right about now was the rain, then one of those ideas came into her head. 'I hope Honey doesn't mind if I screw up her "makeover"...'

A/N: Sorry if it has errors, I wrote this early because I couldn't sleep! O 3 o

MR. SKIPPERDOO NEEDS A FANFIC. xD