Author's Note: Here ya'll are. I can't guarantee it's the best ever, but I'm starting to get to a fun part, so I'm excited :3 ~ I hope you all enjoy it! ~
Everyone met back up at the beach house at 6 to get dinner together before heading to out to party.
Shego practically threw herself onto Jean mumbling, "I can't take being stuck with Miss Priss for hours on end." She draped her arms over the designer and pouted.
Kim rolled her eyes, "Oh please, you were singing just as much as I was."
"At least I can hit ALL the high notes," Shego smirked. "You can hit one or two, then I have to listen to her voice crack."
The redhead grumbled and started heading up the steps, "I'm going to go shower and get changed. I'm not dealing with you people."
Shego just called after her, "Oh just so you know, the walls are thin, and I'd rather not hear your voice crack anymore."
"Oh shut it!" Kim called back, slamming the door.
Jean cocked an eyebrow and looked at the green skinned villain, "You seem to be having fun."
Shego finally pulled herself off of her best friend and said, "I'm messing with my enemy, how would that not be fun."
"Hey sis," the Wegos interrupted.
"Yeah, what's up?" Shego asked, turning her attention to them.
"Next time can you take us out to pick up on chicks?"
"Ron doesn't know what he's doing."
"Hey!" the blonde boy interjected, "I'm not bad at getting the ladies! I just had an… off day…"
Shego snickered, "Sure. Next time."
"Yes!" the two exclaimed, high fiving.
"Now you guys go get changed and wash up. After dinner we're going out to party."
"Ok!" they both grinned, racing up the steps.
"You too buffoon," Shego smirked.
Ron huffed and did as he was told.
Shego turned to Monique and Jean and said, "You guys can go get ready as well. I'll start making dinner and go get ready when Possible finishes up. When you guys are done you can take over cooking and then when I'm ready I'll come back and help. That alright?"
The two nodded.
"Ok, well hop to it," Shego grinned, turning and heading into the kitchen.
When dinner had ended, the boys cleaned the dishes and then they all left the beach house, heading to a club.
Arriving at the club, Kim, Mo, and Ron, were a little surprised that nobody tried to stop them, even when the Wegos were obviously underage. Shego just waved off the bouncer and walked past the entrance to the pain part of the club, walking to the back where a staircase was hidden away.
Another bouncer was in front of the steps with a stern gaze.
The green skinned woman met the man's eyes and said, "HE'S expecting us."
"And you are?" he asked without moving.
"The person who's about to whip your ass if you don't let me up," she said in a low growl.
A voice from above them interrupted, "Now now, Shego, no need to get snippy. He's just doing his job." The man walking down the steps towards them then said to the bouncer, "Don't worry about it Johnny, I asked her here… I did not expect a small crowd though." He turned his attention back to the villain. "Oh and I see you brought Jean with you."
Shego narrowed her eyes and glared at him, "Daniel."
He chuckled, "Grumpy as ever I see."
"Acting like an asshole as usual I see," Shego said in mock reply.
The smile fell from Daniel's face. "Oh come now Shego, it's been years."
"Not long enough if you ask me," she muttered.
"Come on up, we'll uh, continue this conversation upstairs. Your posse can party downstairs while we talk," he said, gesturing back the way they came.
Jean snapped, "Like hell. I'm not leaving you in the same room as her alone."
"You scared I'm going to force myself on her?" he asked with a strained voice.
"No," Jean replied smugly, "I'm afraid she'll finally become a murderer."
He didn't reply to her taunt and said, "Do as you wish, but my offer for you to party in my club is still up."
Ron, Monique, and the Wegos took him up on that offer, heading to the dance floor. Kim and Jean stayed put with Shego.
"Princess, go play with your friends. I don't need you here," Shego said in a low voice.
"'Princess?'" Daniel asked with a quirked eyebrow. "You're dating the ginger? I thought they had no souls." He smirked when he saw Kim's jaw set in a hard line.
"Don't piss her off Daniel, or I won't be the one to become a murderer."
He brushed it off and lead them up the steps to his private room.
There was a small bar along with a few couches and a TV.
"Would anyone like anything to drink?" he asked with a host smile, walking towards the bar.
"Coke," the three girls all replied at once.
Daniel looked at them, frowning, and asked, "No alcohol? Seriously? Where's the fun in that?"
"I'm underage," said Kim.
"I don't feel like drinking anything you make," growled Jean.
"I'd rather not be drugged by my ex," Shego spat.
Daniel looked a little hurt, "Do you really think that I'd drug you guys?"
Kim didn't know him well enough to answer, but Jean and Shego both replied, "Yes."
"Who's to say I won't drug your cokes then?" he asked a bit bitterly.
"Well, you're going to hand them to us without opening them. If you open them, I'm going to break your nose," said Shego.
"Fine, fine," he said, raising his hands in defeat. He grabbed three canned cokes and brought them over, handing one to each girl.
They each took them, Kim a bit more hesitantly than the others. She wasn't entirely sure she liked this Daniel guy, especially with how Jean and Shego were treating him. If they didn't like him this much, maybe there really was something dangerous about the guy.
Daniel then went back to the bar and grabbed himself a beer, taking a seat in a single and then gesturing for the girls to sit.
The three hesitantly took a seat on a large couch together, Shego in the center.
"Now then," Daniel said with a small grin, "where shall we begin?"