theme: connect four

"Eileen." His tone was rough; yet perplexed. A feeling of dread washed over him as he realized that they- no, SHE was taking a right and proceeding into the lot.

"Eileen.." Rigby repeated, creating more of an edge to his voice. She ignored him as she impelled her van back into a space.

"Eileen! This doesn't look like an ice-cream parlor," he squealed, hands fumbling for the lock on his door. Eileen, sticking her hand into the vehicle's console, pulled out a stick of peppermint gum. Carefully, she stuck into the back of her mouth and started chewing.

"Uh, hello? Are you even listening to me? I thought you said that we'd be getting ice-cream," he stated, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Oh, well, we are," Eileen piped up. "Right after you get your teeth cleaned."

Reaching across his lap, she unlatched the lock. Her fingers then went for his seat belt He swatted them away. "No thanks. I'd prefer to wait for my ice-cream in here."

"Come on Rigby. It won't even take that long. And I promise, if you go through with this, I'll buy you the largest sundae they have," she replied with a grin.

Hope seeping into his eyes, he asked, "Woah, really?"

"Really."

He sighed. "Fine. I'll go through with this stupid dentist thing just for the sundae," Rigby groaned, then complying by unbuckling his seatbelt. He joined up with Eileen at the center of the parking lot.

"Something I still don't get is why you're the one doing this... did Mordecai put you up to it?"

"Yep. Now, let's get a move on! Your appointment is in ten minutes or so. Wouldn't want to be late for your first teeth cleaning in eight years."

Sitting down in the waiting room made Rigby feel uncomfortable. The couches were coated in a thick plastic, rendering it virtually impossible to relax. Children of various ages took up all of the video-game stations and some of the young kids were sobbing. As soon as Eileen returned from checking him in, he scooted over on the couch, pressing his thigh against the arm-rest.

"Man. I hate this place," he commented, a scowl plastered to his face.

"It can't be that bad."

"It is. The last time I came here, the dentist told me I had to have my wisdom teeth taken out.

"Ouch," Eileen commented. "You don't know the half of it. Plus, I never got any of the good toys! Don always got the awesome army soldiers, and meanwhile, I was stuck with just getting crappy candy bracelets," Rigby said.

"Well, I can assure you that he won't need your wisdom teeth taken out!" Eileen kept on chewing her gum, freshening up her breath.

"Ha ha."

Peering over the side of the couch, her face lit up. Her hands dived underneath a wooden stool beside them. "Hey! A connect four game!"

Eileen pulled the tawny-painted game out, sitting it on a coffee table parallel to their knees.

"I can't even remember the last time I played one of these babies," she remarked.

She tipped it upside-down, allowing all of the red and blue chips to fall out.

"We still have time before the appointment. Wanna play?"

Rigby, whom had remained momentarily silent, began to speak. "Er... no offense, but that game sucks.

She shrugged. "It's better than waiting to do something you dread. Perhaps it could take your mind off of things?" she questioned, separating the pieces.

"I guess so.." Rigby muttered, gathering blue pieces in his cupped hands. "Cool, then! The first one to connect four wins," Eileen proclaimed, continuing the chomping movements of her jaw.

They engaged in a battle of wits, each taking turn to drop their color-coded piece into the slots. Eileen had blocked off several his poor attempts to place four in a row. She knew that she could of won in an instant just by pondering over the correct move, but instead, she played along to Rigby's childlike psyche and made the game drag on. Time elapsed gradually, but soon enough, Eileen saw a dentist's assistant approach them from the hallway.

She quickly let him take the victory.

"Ohhh! In your face, Eileen! For once, I actually beat you at something! Something you like!" Rigby exclaimed, jumping up out of him seat.

Eileen slightly smiled. "Yup. You got me."

A/N: My sincerest apologies to my readers. I feel like I've lied to you about my motivation returning... yeah, right after I said that, life decided to slit my motivation's throat (killing it almost instantly). I'm really sorry about the pace of these drabbles. I promise I'll try to get my act together and stop being so lazy... I'm going to see family starting Wednesday (no internet access) so hopefully I can write a few chapters there... try to regain my motivation again.

In the meantime, enjoy this sloppily-written disaster of a drabble. c: