Sticky
Shego filed her nails lazily as she watched Drakken spin in circles in his new chair. She glared. She knew that thing would be a distraction. She watched him slump dramatically over the desk and groan, clearly wanting attention from her. She rolled her eyes. She'd allotted him time to get over his Destructo Bots' destruction and no longer having Freeman around. She rolled her eyes. Honestly she'd been waiting for them to skip off into the sunset with the scientist. Her watch flashed, and she put her file down. His mourning allotment was up.
"Are you done pining over your boyfriend now?" asked Shego with crossed arms as she walked over to Drakken slumped over his desk.
"Excuse me?" asked Drakken. The pathetic look on his face faded to confusion.
"Freeman?" said Shego with an eye-roll.
"He was... Excuse me for longing for more intellectual conversations," snapped Drakken as he pouted.
"I know I do," responded Shego. He scowled at her.
"Oh, haha, very clever Shego," said Drakken as he crossed his arms and looked around the lair. "Shego, have you seen my Erector?"
"Excuse me?" asked Shego, nearly falling as she went to sit back down. "Your what?"
"My Erector, I told you I was making a shrink ray and an erector ray. I had half of it finished," said Drakken.
"Rename it," said Shego. Drakken looked confused. "I'm serious, rename it now. I am not having you run all over the place calling something the Erector, especially in my presence."
"...I suppose you're correct," said Drakken with a sigh as he got up and started looking around. "It's small, silver... I used your lipstick case."
"You used my what?" asked Shego. She glared. "Which one."
"The nearly empty one," said Drakken, still looking. "It was silver, gold, and black...the black lipstick."
"My Chanel Vintage?" asked Shego, her eyes wide. "Do you know how much that is?"
"It was almost gone," said Drakken, waving his hand dismissively as he looked under the desk.
"Almost... It was almost gone," said Shego. She was furious. "I can only get that in Paris. They only make a handful."
"I got you a new one, calm down," said Drakken with an eye-roll. He opened his drawer and tossed her a lipstick.
"Are you serious?" asked Shego with a glare. "This cheap thing you got from the drug store no doubt."
"It was in a checkout line," said Drakken. He sighed. "What's the difference."
"The difference? I have a date this Friday, and this stuff is like tar," groaned Shego. "Like actual tar."
"Wear a different color," shrugged Drakken. "Help me find my Ere— ...Enlarger."
"It's so sticky and... Enlarger? Try again, genius," said Shego as she put the lipstick on. "My lips are actually sticking together. My Chanel was like butter...and... Oh god is this flavored. Black licorice?"
"It was that or cola," said Drakken. He tapped his chin. "Enhancer?"
"You spent a thousand on a crappy office chair that is just a distraction, but you spent what...three dollars on this crap?" asked Shego. She was fuming. "Enhancer? Are you making a shrink and growth ray or an erectile dysfunction device?"
"I think you're overreacting to a lipstick Shego, and you're taking it out on my missing invention," said Drakken as he sighed and crawled on the floor looking for it. "Why did I make it so small?"
"Irony I suppose... Why did you use my lipstick... Look at this crap," said Shego, practically shoving the lipstick into Drakken's face and pointing to her own lip. "You're a genius, right? Make a better product."
"Do I look like I make...actually that's not a bad way to get more funds... But first...Giganta-Ray?" said Drakken as he swatted Shego's hand away.
"Now you're just being silly," said Shego. She crossed her arms and glared as Drakken searched. "We're going to Paris and getting my lipstick...before Friday."
"I'm silly? You want us to fly all the way to Paris for a lipstick," said Drakken, standing up and sighing, "because it's...sticky?"
"Yes, what if I want to kiss my date? It's sticky..." Shego froze as Drakken kissed her for a split second and stood back away and held a grimace.
"Okay, so it's sticky... I still don't think that warrants a Paris trip," said Drakken with another sigh as he went back to looking for his device. "If you can't find a better one at the store tomorrow, then you can take the hover car. Hmm, the last time I saw it was when Possible busted through our wall... Where was it..."
"What the fuck..." muttered Shego under her breath as Drakken wandered out of the room, black still on his lips.
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