"I should be studying right now.." grumbled the Mountain Trainer as she dropped a pair of high hell(not a typo) shoes into her backpack, rolling her dress into a ball and tossing it in on top.
Lance chuckled, leaning against the door to Becca's room. "Oh come on, you know this will be fun. We haven't seen the league in months."
"And that's exactly as it should be," she scowled crossly. "Last time went oh so very well, now didn't it? I can't believe you're making me do this.."
The Dragon Master crossed the room and took her hand in his, forcing her to uncross her arms. "It's a gala!" he grinned, a glint in his eyes.
"Oh no, we're not going there.." Becca muttered, trying to remove her hand from his, to no success.
"With all that we've imagined, the reality of this night is sure to make this the best night ever!"
"With all that I'VE imagined, it'll be horrendous. We'll probably end up setting the bloody ship on fire.."
"All our dreams will come true right here at the Gala, at the Gala!"
"The Gala is about the furthest thing from my dreams right now. I'm living them right here, in Blackthorn."
"All our dreams and our hopes from now until hereafter, all that we've been wishing for will happen at the Gala, at the Gala!"
"Can you even here me, Lance? I've already got critters who love me, I don't make a living selling food, I've already got my Prince Charming.."
Lance swirled her around, taking her dancing across the room. His strength and charm were enough to keep her from resisting too much. "This is what we've waited for, to have the best night ever. Each of us will live our dreams, tonight at the Gala, at the Gala!"
"Don't you get it? I'm already living my dream! This is counterproductive!"
"All we've come for, all we've dreamed, our happy ever after! Finally they'll all come true, right here at the Grand Gala, at the Gala!"
"I have no need to prove myself any more than I already have! I'm already living my happy ever after!"
"Happiness and laughter at the Gala, at the Gala!"
"If it goes anything like the reunion, the LAST things to happen will be happiness and laughter! More like intoxication and injury!"
"This will be the best night ever! Into the Gala we must go, we're ready now, we're all aglow! Into the Gala, let's go in and have the best night ever! Into the Gala, now's the time, we're ready and we look divine! Into the Gala.."
"They're not my friends!"
"Into the Gala!"
"Don't make me go..."
"Into the Gala!"
"Kill me now.. I feel no need to prove myself to them!"
"To meet!"
"To drink.."
"To find!"
"To hide.."
"To whoop!"
"To cry.."
"There at the Gala! At the Gala!"
"And we'll have the worst night ever.."
"At the Gala!"
Becca disentangled herself from Lance's arms. "Your optimism. It suffocates me."
Lance grinned. "Hey, at least it means we've got a long flight ahead of us. Not even you can complain about flying."
She glanced away, resigned. "Fine. I'll give you that. I'll go, but I'm not making any promises about having fun, ok?"
Lance looked down at her fondly and tugged her in closer for a deep kiss. "If you don't have fun at the Gala itself, I can guarantee we'll find something to do that will be a little more exciting, k?"
Her cheeks flushed, Becca could hardly argue. She fell into a submissive pose and began absentmindedly playing with a strand of her hair.
"Aww, you're doing that cute girl thing!"
She stopped. "Oops. Didn't mean to let you see my X-Chromosome. Umm... How about you stop distracting me and go finish packing your own junk?"
His eyes glinted again. "Already done. But I can see that you, uh, need a moment. See you at breakfast!" He kissed her once more, this one just a quick peck, then left her by herself as Dracoburn ambled into the room.
Yuck. I sure hope I don't have to share a cabin with you guys.
"They're suites, I think. We should have separate rooms."
Those walls had better not be thin. The Charizard yawned and stretched out on the bed.
"Nobody asked you, you overgrown lizard! Now, get off my bed so I can finish packing."