The following Monday morning, a Monday that would lead to a rather hectic week began with a chain of events that seemed like usual to Ron Stoppable. He would get up at "the worst possible hour", go to school, avoid Barkin as much as possible throughout the day, wait for Kim by her locker and go with her to their classes before enjoying a Bueno Nacho-meal.

'Then again…' Ron thought glumly as he leaned against the cool metal of the lockers, waiting impatiently for Kim.

'She's been kind of weird lately…' Ron absentmindedly petted Rufus on the head as said rodent poked its head out of Ron's pocket and yawned.

"It's okay buddy, Kim's just late…for once…" Ron assured his buddy who returned to his pocket with no questions and another yawn.

'And hung over…for once' he added as he saw Kim enter the school, stagger to her locker and fumble with her keys.

Kim finally got the keys into the hole and opened her locker, getting rewarded with a book falling on her head. She turned to Ron and grinned apologetically as she picked it up.

"Morning Ron…sorry, it's been kind of a hard weekend…"

"I figured…Shego not with ya?" Ron asked her with a thumb pointing at the absence of Shego.

Kim blinked and looked around. "She'll be here before class, no big."

Ron sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, but I think something's big KP, not her, but you. Look at you." He gestured to Kims' frazzled hair and wrinkled clothes, the papers sticking out all directions through her backpack.

"You're up all night drinking with Shego and that other one at some shady hang-out. It's just not like you."

Kim frowned and shook her head. "Then what is like me, Ron? Getting picked at? Having no friends but you and Rufus?" It sounded like it wanted to come out as a ranting shriek, but Kims' head argued against shouting. This was really lucky, because just two hallways away the Queens hung by their lockers and would have heard her otherwise.

Ron sighed again and ran his hand, the left one this time, through his hair and looked down at the floor. A bit of mud glared at him from the floor and he looked up at Kim. "No…I guess not, I'm sorry KP."

Kims' face softened considerably and she closed her locker after pulling out her physics book. She leaned against it next to Ron and sighed. "I'm sorry too, Ron, I shouldn't have chewed you out like that."

"It's cool."

"No, it's not!" Shego came through the school doors holding her head and glaring at everything. She not so much leaned against as slammed into the locker between Ron and Kim.

"Yo guys, and as I said, whatever it is, it's not okay. I'm hung over as hell, Kim should be too, and I just dropped an essay in the gutters. Oh, and Wendy wants to meet you Ron."

Ron frowned. "I get your point, but why should KP be hung over? And who's Wendy?"

Shego shot him a tired look. "What do you think she's been doing with who this weekend?"

"I dunno, I just hoped that maybe you all should take some time off from that, you know. Just hang out without the booze."

Shego started up with a snide remark dangling on the tip of her tongue. "Oh yeah, that sounds just…"

"Great, right Shego? We don't need to go out every weekend, we should you know…maybe lie low…" Kim finished with what almost sounded like a plea.

Shego sighed. "Fine…I guess I sorta forgot that you're new at this. We'll wait so you run under your parents' radar until the grounding's off."

Both Ron and Kim got a little brighter, and Shego muttered about energetic kids as they trudged on to their first class for the day.

As Shego's last class before lunch rang out, she clutched her head and gritted her teeth. The shrill bell made her grimace and curse under her breath. It clearly wasn't the best medicine for a hung over head. She could not believe her bad luck. Not one person had an aspirin that day. What were the odds of that happening at a high school? Didn't anyone drink here? And of course, she had the class she had written that essay for right after lunch.

' Let's see, shall we?' Shego thought to herself, ' I went to school hung over, late because of my fucking alarm, dropped the freaking essay in the gutter after being chased by a stray dog, and lemme guess…I have to turn the essay in after lunch?! Of-freaking-course I have to!' Shego was almost screaming to her own throbbing head now, and she hardly noticed how she went to her locker, then survived a close encounter with the lunch and suddenly was being questioned by her teacher exactly ' Why miss Fredericks did not have any essay to turn in?'. Shego muttered curses under her breath long enough for her teacher to catch on to it and give her extra much homework, despite Kim and Ron siding with Shego. Shego was no happy camper come school-end. It was gonna get hard to keep under the pain-in-the-ass principals' radar. The only positive thing was that Bonnie left them mostly alone nowadays.

A pattern soon presented itself to Shego; between ignoring Bonnie and her nagging teachers at the same time as lying low before the principal, Shego held the word she had semi-given Ron and Kim and kept away from the bars. She also tried to keep Wendy away from the bars, but Wendy had to find out for herself why drinking alone was boring.

It was getting harder and harder to keep away from the bar at night, just hanging around or simply studying together was killing Shego. Not to talk about Wendy, who at first had gone drinking alone, then joined them to study on her own in their company despite her hate of schooling. Wendy was apparently 21 years old, and a textbook-example of a rebellious adolescent complete with the dyed hair and ragged clothing. She went to a university in Go city, something that always made Shego focus on her books as soon as it came up. At Kim's question as to why a school-hating person went to one of the best universities in the states Wendy answered that she was too irresponsible to handle her own flat and job and just leeched off her folks as long as possible.

Speaking of something else that was "as long as possible"; the month of grounding went by surprisingly quick at that pace, and when Kim was told by her parents she was no longer a prisoner in her home, she was naturally overjoyed and told everyone. Well…all three of them. Ron was about as happy as Kim ("Booya!"), Wendy cheered so high Kim had to cover her ears and Shego was…well, she was Shego.

"What the hell are you so happy about, eh?"

"Guess what Shego?"

"Huh?"

"Guess what I'm happy about, Shego!"

"Fine…You've got a pet, Kimmie?"

"No."

"A car?" Shego sounded very hopeful and looked up.

"No."

"Oh…then I give up…" Shego went back to filing her nails.

"I'm not grounded anymore!"

"Oh…well…good for you, whoope-de-frickin-do Pumpkin…"

But now, as she sat in the same bar she and Shego had come to call "The usual spot", Kim wondered if Shego was trying to celebrate the un-grounding despite her obvious lack of interest before. She was drinking enough for a celebration party anyway, as was Wendy, who swung a glass in one hand and draped the other around Kims' neck, cheering until she got hoarse, at which point she would drink some more and keep cheering.

Kim sighed and put her glass down. "Shego, what are we doing here anyway?"

Shego blinked over the rim of her own glass and put it down. "What the hell do you mean? We're getting as drunk as we can, Princess. And now that it isn't medieval-week we have regular glasses instead of the fucking tankards with splinters and rust. Two points for celebrating, eh Wendy?" A loud burp and cheer rose up.

"Why?" Kim wasn't letting it go.

"Why not?" Wendy drank again to Shego's answer and went back to the cheering, a bit drowsier than before, but still cheering.

"Shouldn't we lie low?"

"The grounding's off, you're free. Give them hell a few times; they'll give up reining you in after maybe the fifth grounding." Wendy had by this point lost interest in the both of them and was not inspecting the cracks in her glass.

"I don't know…" Kim crossed her arms best she could with Wendy draped halfway over her and frowned.

Shego sighed brutally high, waking a fellow next to them who charmed them with a loud belch. "Fine, tomorrow, ordinary, dull night. Okay?"

Kim beamed and nodded at that. "Smashing!" Wendy took that as a cue and fell asleep, nuzzling into Kim's neck and leaving the glass to dribble some foam on the table.

Only a few minutes after that, much to Shego's still hurting heads' contempt, Kim spoke up again. "We'll get to work a bit on my parents about you too."

"Why?"

"They just don't like you, that's all." Kim stated this with a face set in stone as she took a swig from her glass. Her tone of voice might as well have explained the use of a keychain as well as stating the presence of aliens. It was dead neutral. Shego stared, shuddered and kicked Wendy on the shin, waking her.

She showed no signs of being drunk or tired though, as she bounced up and started shadowboxing with Shego. After a few seconds of getting hushed at by the bartender, she settled down next to Kim again. And they went back to silent drinking.

Wendy spoke up for the first time in about half an hour. "That's sneaky," she didn't slur, but she did let her eyes roll a bit before fixing them on Shego. "If her folks see us playing monololopy and shipping tea, they might get off her back awhile." Wendy did slur a little this time, and she fell asleep sitting up, tilted, and then let her head make a 'clonk'-ing sound as it struck the solid oak table. She started snoring loudly.

Kim frowned. "Us?" she said, clearly referring to Wendy's earlier statement.

Shego took another swig from her glass. "You're friends, can't you see? She likes you. I met her before I met you, and thankfully, she's not hanging on me like that. Might be the beer, might be her, I don't know." She took in a few extra gallons of air with her beer and leaned back, letting Kim digest her words.

Shego guessed her words had made some sort of sense, as Kim was grinning very much as they left for their respective homes that night. Wendy was nursing a huge bruise on her forehead and switched between regular English and horrible cursing with stunning proficiency. Several of the oaths regarded the table, the bar and the following morning.

Shego just mentally kicked herself. She was dead drunk and dreaded how her hang over the following morning would cope with the unfinished homework.

Kim would no doubt be hung over, still energetic and dodging a million questions an hour from teachers and her parents as to why she was so tired and ruffled in the mornings but still managed her homework. At this hour, however, Kim would not care about the matter if it so would present itself to her in the shape of a baseball bat to the back of her skull.

Because she had another friend.

A weird friend, but still a friend in at least some sense of the word.

Suddenly said friend, namely Wendy, who walked a few steps ahead of the two others, stopped and held out her hands.

She turned around dangerously fast, and whispered as not to disturb anyone sleeping nearby. Seeing as they were standing in the middle of the road, Kim thought that was unnecessary. "Do you guys get what this means?"

Shego and Kim, who clearly didn't even get who the hell they were themselves just looked at her funnily and straightened their backs in attention.

"Of course!"

"Crystal!"

Wendy groaned, ignored their answers and went on at a painful speed, this time in a normal volume. "This means we'll have to go, 'yes please Mrs. Possible, no thank you Mr. Possible' and play checkers, sipping tea and eating crumpets!"

Kim glared at her. "They're scientists, not British."

"Thank the gods for small hatchets." Wendy breathed and ran a few fingers through her short green hair. The tips, Kim noticed, were now a bright purple. It clashed horribly. As did Wendy's sense of humor and home-made expressions.

Wendy did not care what Kim thought about her hair, she didn't give a rats' ass about what her own parents thought about it, she just went on talking, using her own vocabulary wherever it fit. "I don't know how much more of that canned goose I can take."

"We haven't even started yet." Shego pointed out dryly. She was getting bored. And truth to be told, Kim looked around and found that she was too. After all, standing in an intersection at 2 am was a bit dull even if you were with Wendy. Kim was having a ball watching a very drunk Wendy break down and ramble about something that wouldn't happen for at least a few days, Shego was getting close to feeding the sidewalk to Wendy just to shut her up and the houses close to the road lighting up with angry people.

Kim cut Wendy off in mid-speech. "Maybe we should take this after school tomorrow."

Shego crossed her arms, huffed an affirmative answer and started walking again. Wendy did not let her face show anything but sleepiness. Which was about the only thing Wendy could think of before turning to walk with Shego. Kim walked slowly after them, still toying with the thought of having another friend.

She had another friend. A raggedly clothed, green-and-purple haired, hilarious drunk named Wendy. She was still another friend, whatever her parents would say about her.

As it turned out, both Wendy and Kim had rather similar thoughts of what would happen the following afternoon. The three of them met outside the bar, but didn't enter. They wolfed down a pair of aspirins each and went to pick up Ron at Bueno Nacho. Ron was a bit nervous about Shego and of course Wendy, but Kim's reassuring, Shego's glare and Wendy's smile told him that he should go with them.

It was rather chilly as the quartet walked into the hall of the Possible residence and met the Drs. Possible' stares. Shego was on thin ice from keeping Kim out all that night when she had been grounded, and Wendy looked like the only thing the two generations could do was to clash. Ron, who felt an awkward moment of epic proportions would ensue, tried to leave. He was halted by three hands yanking him back by the collar.

Kim broke the silence. "Mom, dad, this is…Shego, you've met her." Shego was run over by frosty glares. "And this is Wendy, we met about the same time as Shego and I met." A pair of glares almost as frosty as the ones Shego got was running over Wendy's small frame, stopping extra long at the violet tips of the green hair.

Wendy calmed them excellently though. "Pleased to meet you Drs. Possible, Kimmie's spoken very highly of you. I understand you're a rocket scientist," she turned to Kim's father, "and you're a brain surgeon, wow…You gotta be really smart for that…"

It all went rather well, Kim thought. No one had been able to calm her folks that quickly. Apparently, flattering did get you anywhere. "What does it feel like to be smart?"

'It had been too good to be true then.' Kim thought as Shego groaned and put her face in her hands.

Shego soon enough recovered and tried to save what she thought she could. "Good day, I think I know why you're pissed at me, and I just wanted to say…" Shego glanced at Kim who had her eyes closed and silently prayed 'don't insult them, don't insult them…' and Shego gritted her teeth and bit back the 'it's her own bloody life'-remark she had been dying to say. Instead she continued as if she had planned the following lines all week.

"I just wanted to say that I am…sorry, and won't ever put your daughter at risk again." Okay, maybe half a week then.

But Kim's parents softened up a bit anyway, gave a pair of curt nods and went into the kitchen to grab a few cups of coffee. Shego gritted her teeth as hard as she could, and was close to serious injury when they went into the living room to fetch a few board games to set up.

They ended up doing a mix between what Wendy said the night before and Shego's worst nightmare, something that went moderately well with Ron and Kim, but left Wendy with scars for life and Shego with an 'urge to kill' as she put it over and over again.

But it did calm Kim's parents down a little bit, because they actually brought some drinks and cookies for the foursome with a few smiles.

As the clock wandered closer to Kim's curfew, three people went to their homes after being waved off by the door by Kim. Kim asked them all to come again, Shego mouthed a 'bite me', Wendy reeled from the suggested rematch in monopoly and Ron promised to be back. Shego and Wendy started walking a bit and then separated after saying their goodnights and looking at Ron's scooter rolling by at snails pace.

Kim let out a breath she had been working on since early that morning and went to bed after bidding her parents a good night. The atmosphere had improved drastically the hours they had been seen playing board games and eating cookies.

Things were looking up for Kim Possible.

That was something Bonnie Rockwaller would detest to know, and love to do something about…