"Speed Dating"

Rated T

Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Monster High, including the show and its characters, which is owned by Mattel and the author of the Monster High books, Lisi Harrison. Anyway, here's a collection of drabbles I made for myself, based on a part from the episode 'A Perfect Match' where Abbey tries speed dating. Anyway, I thought to myself: What would happen if our favorite Monster High characters were single and had to endure speed dating themselves? Anyway, I hope you like!

Chapter 3: Scarah and Deuce

Deuce Gorgon was the latest client to walk in the classroom. From there, he took his eyes on one of the hottest ghouls in all of Monster High, Scarah Screams. What Deuce was thinking, only he knows.

"Heh, that's a hot one." Deuce thought as he smirked with stone cold eyes, "This is gonna be a piece of cake!"

With his thoughts clear, Deuce sat down staring at her.

"Hey, it's nice to meet you." Deuce said, shaking hands with her, "Name's Deuce, Deuce Gorgon."

"Nice to meet ya, fella." Scarah said as she smiled back, "I'm Scarah."

"Sweet." Deuce smirked again, "So while we're on the subject, why don't you tell me all about yourself?"

"Go right ahead, I insist." She chuckled.

"Alrighty," Deuce smirked, "As you may not know about me, I love snakes, I mostly listen to hard rock and punk in my spare time. I'm also a bit of a card shark, knowing that-"

Meanwhile, Scarah used her telepathic powers to read what Deuce's brain was thinking about her.

"Man, her boobs are huge!" Deuce thought with a smirk, "I wish I could put those two together and motorboat the hell out of them. Heck, maybe squeeze them until she starts milking like a cow. Why not, maybe I'll use them as a pillow too. I just can't get enough of those huge beanbags."

What Deuce thought of her offended Scarah. Apparently, Deuce only wanted to score this date with her just to get her in the sack. Not if she had anything to say about it. After she was finished with her telepathy business, Deuce finally finished his description of himself.

"And I despise anything that has to do with cactuses." Deuce replied, "That's enough about me, then. How about you?"

"Well," Scarah smirked, "I do have something to say..."

"What's that?" Deuce chuckled.

From there, Scarah grabbed a cup of water and ended up splashing all over Deuce. The snakes on his head cried for mercy, having to cringe around that clear liquid.

"Ack! What the hell was that for?" Deuce cried out.

"You're a creepy perv, fella!" Scarah angrily exclaimed, "My breasts aren't a fun toy! They're not used to make motorboat sounds or milking! So take your dirty mind somewhere else and lay off, ya bloody man-whore!"

After Scarah walked out on Deuce, he shook the rest of the water off his snakes and off his body. But then, he got confused with what happened to himself right about now.

"That's harsh," Deuce groaned, "Apparently, I didn't know that big-boobed chick could read minds..."

Well, now that were done with Scarah and Deuce, who's gonna come up next? Find out on the next chapter, my ghouls!