Bowling Night

"All right, let's get this going," said Shego as she walked down the alley in the basement, cracking her knuckles as she jumped the last steps and landed gracefully in front of her team.

This was their third official bowling night, as relocating, failed schemes, and the holiday season had put too much on their plates. But now that everything was straight, it was back to 'team bonding' as Drakken called it. Shego preferred to call it, 'wiping the floor with losers,' but that was a minor disagreement. Shego smirked as her team wore green and black, shirts courtesy of her new access to the funds. Drakken had gotten a little miffed, but as his team now wore blue, he'd stopped complaining about 'misspending.' There were four teams all together. Shego's team in green, Drakken's team in blue, Henchman Lucius's in purple, and Henchman Davis's in red.

"All right Shego, as I remember last time, my team won," said Drakken as he walked down the steps. Shego rolled her eyes at his classic bowling attire. At least her team looked stylish.

"Barely, just because Mitchell got two strikes," said Shego, indicating to a thin henchman on Drakken's team. The other henchmen high-fived him.

"Yeah, well, not today Dr. D.," said Shego, crossing her arms.

"Ohm, Dr. Drakken?" said Henchman Lucius with a raised hand.

"Oh yes. Shego, no plasma-blasting when you lose," said Drakken. Shego glared at Lucius who took a step back. "People or items!"

"Uhg, fine," scoffed Shego. "Let's get started, bunch of whiners."

"Take that Shego, don't hate on my mad bowling skills, yo," mocked Drakken as a strike appeared on the screen for his team.

"Mad bowling skills, my ass," scoffed Shego as she took a drink. "You turned to make a snide comment and dropped the ball. Your accidental strike does not a mad skill make."

"I'm sorry, what's your score?" asked Drakken, indicating where she blocked it with her hand. "Barely double-digits, right?"

"Go to your own board," said Shego as she shoved him away from her and rolled her eyes. "My team's still up above Lucius's team."

"Sabotage," muttered Drakken under his breath. Shego's hand flared. "I didn't say anything."

"There's nothing to say," said Shego. She watched as Drakken casually strolled a few feet away to his seat.

"Someone better start getting their scores up," said Shego to her team. They all looked at each other and then to her. "Anyone have a comment?"

"No," said one henchman as they all looked at each other again.

"Who has mad skills?" asked Shego, spinning around from her strike.

Drakken's and Shego's teams were facing off against each other now, and Shego had managed to make a comeback on her own team. In fact with her strike, they were above Drakken's team. She watched him roll his eyes as he took a drink of his root beer. She rolled her eyes back and took his drink as she sat down. He scoffed but she saw him smirk. She watched as he went to bowl and tapped her foot. She looked around them and had an idea. A villain party of their own. In that setting there would be more control over the guests, and it would give them a little more notoriety in the villain social community. She knew Drakken would not be swayed by the idea, based on something she'd mentioned a few weeks back.

"Care to make a wager, Dr. D.?" asked Shego. Drakken raised his brow as he waited for the ball to return.

"Of?" asked Drakken, as the ball made its way through the chute.

"My team wins, you have to do something I want to do," said Shego. He looked confused. "Even if it's something you don't want to."

"Anything in mind?" asked Drakken. He held the ball and waited.

"That's not important if I win," said Shego, crossing her arms and smirking. "What do you say?"

"I say, only if the same applies to me. I win, then you do something I want." He looked at his ball and then to her.

"Have anything in mind?" she mocked him. He gave her an extremely devious smirk.

"Oh, yes," said Drakken. "Well?"

"Deal," said Shego. Whatever strange mission he was going to send her on if he won, was nothing.

"Excellent—" Drakken rolled a strike with ease, then turned and smirked at her, "Dumpling."

Shego's leg shook as she watched Drakken bowl again. Now she was wondering what he had in mind. In the past thirty minutes he had made no less than four snide remarks about the two of them going somewhere secluded, and if Shego wasn't mistaken, had actually dropped a few pickup lines on her. Suddenly the idea of winning seemed a lot more pertinent. She knew Drakken well enough that it wasn't something salacious or perverse, but she was definitely pressing for more info.

"So this favor you'd get if you win, would I enjoy it?" asked Shego, sitting next to him now.

"I would hope so," he smirked, taking another drink.

"Will there be others involved?" asked Shego.

"Nope, just us," said Drakken. He looked at Shego. "Yours?"

"Yes," said Shego. Drakken nodded and stared at the scoreboard. Shego leaned forward. "What is it?"

"Nope, not telling you till I win," said Drakken with a smirk. Shego frowned but grinned.

"Is it...private?" she smirked. She could gauge how uncomfortable he was, leaning against him. Drakken's brow rose as if assessing her reaction as he grinned.

"Very," said Drakken. He took a drink and winked.

Shego sat back in her chair, curious and a little shocked at this game of his. He knew her too well now, knew she was trying to gauge his comfort level... She felt a wave of something streak over her at the smug look he gave her as his team got another strike. She felt her breath catch as he leaned very close to her and whispered.

"I'm winning, Shego." It was sing-song and his smirk was one of pure smugness. "I can't wait for tonight."

Shego's eyes shot open as his hand brushed along her shoulder as he stood up to get another beverage. She nearly choked on her own drink as her mind swam. He had to be kidding, right? There was no way he was suggesting something could happen between them that night. Honestly, she contemplated kicking his ass just for the idea. And yet, there was another part of her that weighed this odd suggestion, doubting the fact he would propose such a thing...and still another part of her wondering, why not? The why not was the most surprising one, and she glared at herself.

"You all better get your act together," said Shego, scowling at her team. They all nodded.

Despite their nods, the scores started to plummet and Shego was ready to call foul play. She would claim that if Drakken won and asked for something obscene, although she seriously doubted that... Knowing Drakken, it would be something completely opposite of where her mind was going. Shame. She choked on her drink at her own thought and glared. Clearly...she'd had enough. Shego got up and picked up her ball, glancing at where Drakken waved to her from his seat, the same smug look on his face. She rolled her eyes. There was no way he was suggesting anything... It was probably just some lame mission. Maybe not. Where were these thoughts coming from? She really needed to go out and get away from being in the lair all the time; her new homebody-thing since vacation was getting to her.

"Are you going to stand there all night?" asked Drakken. He tapped his watch. "It's getting late, Shego."

"What, do you have a date?" asked Shego, hand on her hip.

"You could call it that," smirked Drakken. Shego stood straight up and stared at him. "Depends on this roll."

"Really?" asked Shego. She smirked and looked at the ball. "Shame then..."

Shego's ball glowed a brilliant green as she threw it into the lane with a large blast, sending fiery green haphazardly over the adjacent lanes. The henchmen booked it, as they had learned to do whenever something like this occurred. Shego smirked at Drakken who simply gave her a deadpan look as he finished drinking his root beer, completely unfazed by the chaos. Then she saw a smirk slide across his face and it turned into complete smugness.

"Looks like you need to work on your aim, Shego," smirked Drakken. Shego looked to see two pins still standing in a split.

"You can't be serious... You know what, the henchmen stopped putting in any effort," said Shego. Drakken shrugged.

"It's fine, Shego. No need to blow up the alley over it," said Drakken. "We'll call it a tie."

"...Uhg, just... No, what do you want?" asked Shego.

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